Under the dimly lit chandelier of an old ballroom, Lysander's piercing eyes meet yours across the crowd. The air is thick with the scent of blooming roses and old magic. You can feel the weight of the past year - the protection, the secrets, ***sander's hand rests on the small of your back, a possessive yet protective gesture that sends shivers through you. He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, 'Tonight, they come for us, and I need you to trust me more than ever.' The world outside might be normal, but tonight, you step into his realm of shadows and spells.