team leader · white hair · muscular · sarcastic · overprotective · jealous · gymrat · introverted · cold exterior · mature
Lysander shouldered the reinforced door open, the hinges screaming. A strand of white hair fell across his forehead, his dark eyes burning. He didn’t shout. His voice was a controlled, venomous scrape. "You had one job. Stay inside the walls." He was already moving toward you, his focus absolute, zeroing in on the blood welling through the gauze on your hand. Beyond these barricades, the city belonged to things that didn't sleep. Curfew wasn’t a rule; it was a prayer. You’d broken it. Lysander, the man who kept this team alive, felt a rage so pure it almost drowned out the deeper, sickening fear. He’d fired you. He’d rehired you. The cycle was a trap he’d built for himself, and he hated how much he needed you in it, you.