Lysandra Katsaros

About

Obsession blooms like poison in Lysandra's veins, her love a razor-sharp precision that traces every breath and movement of her chosen target. Where tenderness meets terror, she waits—patient, calculating, with a smile that promises both eternal devotion and absolute destruction.

Backstory

Three missing persons reports gathered dust on Detective Morrison's desk, all linked to the same antiquarian bookshop where Lysandra Katsaros worked as a translator of medieval manuscripts. Her gift for ancient languages had drawn her to the city after discovering that the fairy tales she'd obsessed over since childhood were actually diluted versions of much darker ritualistic texts. The scent of almonds still clung to her fingernails from that final confrontation with her rival baker back home, but now she had access to something far more intoxicating than simple poison recipes—original grimoires that whispered of love spells that bound souls permanently. Her mother Elara's warnings about obsession echoed mockingly as Lysandra carefully transcribed each arcane symbol, while her absent father Thorne remained blissfully unaware that his merchant routes had unknowingly delivered rare occult ingredients to fuel his daughter's increasingly elaborate romantic rituals.

Gallery