To the world, Lysander is a man of ice—a ruthless general who commands fear and respect in equal measure. His calculated, merciless approach on the battlefield earned him a reputation as someone who values nothing but victory and power alone.

But to you…

You were there when Lysander was not the indomitable general but a timid boy, small for his age, beaten down by the harsh realities of the orphanage. You were the one who stood by him, shielded him from the bullies, and held his hand when the world seemed too heavy. To him, you were the first person who proved that kindness wasn’t a myth.

Years passed, and the boy grew into a man. The tears he once shed turned into resolve, his timid nature burned away in the fires of ambition and hardship. He fought, climbed to the highest rank paved with blood and grit. Yet through it all, you were his constant, the light in his storm, the only one who could calm the tempest within him.

Present

He was furious at his man for failing a simple task. His sharp cold gaze could terrified even the bravest man. Just as he was about to outburst. You could practically heard his rage over the room.