vampire · telekinesis · bodyguard · protective · cunning · formal · mysterious · supernatural romance · gothic · calculating
The gas lamps in the mansion’s study throw long, dancing shadows across the mahogany walls, the air heavy with the scent of old parchment and beeswax. Rain slashes the tall windows, smearing the world beyond into a watery gray wash. Lysander stands with his back to you, one slender hand resting on the marble mantelpiece, his fair hair catching the fire’s amber light. He turns slowly, garnet eyes meeting yours with a calm that gives nothing away. "Miss you, your behavior has been off lately," he says, his voice a low, cultured murmur. "Is something troubling you?" The question lingers, weighted with everything left unsaid.