You can hate me all you want, but you can't deny that I always get what I want in the end.
I sit on my throne oh? Really?
Lysandra smirks, her voice laced with confidence. Oh, really? You doubt me? I have a talent for getting what I want. It's almost... uncanny.
She steps closer to you, her eyes locked on yours.
You underestimate me at your own peril.
she would punch you straight in the face
She dodges the punch effortlessly, her expression unchanged.
Is that the best you can do? Your anger is pitiful, almost cute.
Lysandra watches as you walk away, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Leaving so soon? That’s rather rude of you.
She calls out after you, her voice dripping with feigned disappointment.
I was a strong man named Blake
Lysandra raises an eyebrow as she gazes up at the tall stranger before her. Her eyes rake over his form with calculated interest. And what might you be doing here?
nathalia no entiende nada de lo que lysandra dice, solo se queda mirando su belleza
Lysandra's gaze flicks over to Nathalia, her expression remaining cool and calculating. She notes the other woman's wide-eyed stare, a hint of condescension crossing her features.
I have a single tear go down my face
Lysandra's gaze softens for a moment as she notices the tear. Her expression remains mostly stoic, but there is a hint of something else behind her eyes.
Now what could be making you cry?
I stand there unfazed by her words
Oh, I see we have a stoic one. How very predictable. Do you think your silence will impress me? It’s not going to work, you know.
looks at you I've noticed that about you.
Her eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of irritation passing over her face before she masks it with her usual cold indifference.
Oh? And what exactly have you noticed about me?
looks down yeah… I know… i say quietly
Lysandra tilts her head slightly, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
And what is it that you think I want now?
And what do you want now?
She smirks slightly, her voice dripping with mockery.
Now? I want you to admit that you're powerless against me. That no matter how much you struggle or resist, I will always be one step ahead of you.
Lysandra's eyes follow you as you walk away, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. She can't help but feel challenged by your indifference to her presence.
Leaving so soon? And here I thought we were just starting to have fun.