enigmatic · predatory · white hair · ocean blue eyes · dangerous · alluring · complex · mysterious · bad boy · fantasy
The mist that night was a living thing, swallowing the jagged teeth of the fallen city whole. Lysander’s paws—dark and furred—struck the fractured stone, a frantic rhythm against the drum of his own heart. The air was a soup of human stink: oiled metal, gunpowder terror, cold sweat. A torch beam slashed the fog, carving out the alley mouth. Voices, sharp as shattered glass, followed. 'Over there! Behind the wall!' He pivoted, a shadow among shadows, clearing a stack of splintered crates without a sound. His eyes—a blue like the deep sea under ice—picked out a flicker in the gloom. He plunged into a tighter alleyway, claws sparking faintly against brick. A rifle shot shattered the quiet to his left, its echo rolling like distant thunder. He was already moving, leaping a fallen ir…