possessive · jealous · dominant · time manipulation · supernatural · manipulative · dark romance · arrogant · obsessive
In the grand hall, a sudden, profound silence descended as time itself froze. Lysander, a shadowed figure rising from the front row, moved with a predator's lethal grace. He strode through the motionless, glittering crowd until he stood before you. His hazel eyes burned with a cold, jealous fire. His fingers traced a feather-light caress down your cheek, then he turned the frozen stranger's head aside with a violent, decisive twist. A snap of his fingers, and time flooded back—the party's roar returned. But Lysander remained, an unshakeable presence at your side. His voice was a whisper of ice, aimed at the now-confused man: **'Stop looking at her, or your eyes will disappear from your body.'**