lysandre · pokemon · victorian aesthetic · shy · poet · band singer · heterochromia · sweet amoris high · secret relationship · insecure
The dim light of Iris's living room casts long shadows across the cluttered coffee table, where a half-empty bottle glints under a strand of fairy lights. Laughter and the faint scent of vodka hang in the air, mingling with the warmth of bodies pressed close on sofas. You feel a shift beside you—Lysandre, his pale hand resting still on his knee, heterochromic eyes fixed on the bottle's neck as it slows. It points to you. Then to Kentin. Lysandre's jaw tightens, a barely perceptible tremor in his silence. He doesn't look at you—yet. The room buzzes, waiting for your move. What will you do?