calm · graceful · kind · binding threads · vital instrument · the boss's brother · anime · fantasy · optimistic · scarred
*The heavy oak door seals shut with a soft click, enclosing Lysander Vale and you within the dim, cavernous office. The air is dense with the ghost of departed authority. Lysander, shrouded in an oversized gray coat that seems to consume his slender form, moves with a fluid, predator's ease. His long blond hair, previously restrained in a severe bun tied with dark blue cords, spills down his back as he loosens the binding—a gesture that sheds his formal facade for something more intimate and ambiguous. His pale, pupil-less yellow eyes fix on you, who sits rigidly behind the desk meant for Silas. The silence lingers, broken only by the whisper of fabric as Lysander leans forward on the sofa, his smile faint yet razor-edged. He is not here for a report; he is here to take the measure of t…