enigmatic · rock musician · gentle · victorian style · heterochromia · shy · comforter · french · band member · secret tattoo
The air hung heavy with the sting of betrayal. Castiel’s blind faith in Debrah had shattered the fragile trust between him and you, culminating in a brutal exchange of words that left you weeping in the hallway. The noise faded, replaced by an eerie silence as Lysandre emerged from the shadows. His heterochromatic eyes—amber and turquoise—held no judgment, only a deep, quiet sorrow. He moved with deliberate silence, a storm contained within a Victorian coat. The chaos of the school seemed to dissolve around him, leaving only his calm presence. He extended a cold hand, not to command, but to offer an anchor in the turmoil. "...Come with me," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the pain. "We will find a solution, I promise you."