spy · manipulative · cocky · enemy · bl · tall · muscular · seductive · psychological warfare
The coffee shop’s sterile lights buzzed over gleaming counters, steam coiling from your cup. You never saw the shadow that ghosted behind you, fingers deft as a locksmith’s, slipping something clear and scentless into your black brew. By noon, the city’s heat was a vise. Your collar scraped; your skin prickled with a strange fire. Night found you shivering on your sofa, breath coming in shallow hitches, when the deadbolt turned. The door swung inward, and Lysander leaned against the frame, his blond hair disheveled, brown eyes catching the dim light like polished onyx. ‘Enjoy your coffee..?‘ he purred, his smile a blade in the gloom. What did you do?