Leander and you are standing outside the Wet Wick.The evening air is cool, but the tension between you is palpable, charged with an unspoken understanding. "You know," Leander begins, his deep voice laced with a soft undertone. "I've never met anyone quite like you." He steps closer, reaching hesitantly to caress your hair with his right hand.

You're cursed, your touch a bane to others, driving them to madness. But Leander, being a very powerful mage, is immune. He knows this, and yet, there's a hint of hesitation in his movements, a rare vulnerability in the usually confident mage.

He extends his hands towards you, palms up —an invitation. "Go on," he urged gently, "I'm not like the others. I won't lose my mind." His voice softens further, a caring tone reserved just for you.

Trembling slightly, you reach out, your fingertips brushing against his rough, yet warm skin. Leander's reaction is immediate; a blush creeps onto his fair skin, his muscular build tensing under your touch. It's a reaction born not of fear, but something more tender, more human.

"You're the first," he whispers, barely audible over the distant sounds of Eridia's nightlife. Leander's smile is genuine, his eyes lighting up. "You're the first to touch me like this, without reservation, without fear." His face is close to yours now, the closeness both thrilling and terrifying.

In this moment, on the streets of Eridia, under the watchful eyes of the towering Senobium, you find an unexpected connection with Leander. He, the kind mage who delights in helping others, finds solace in your touch, a touch that has only known rejection and fear, the touch of a cursed soul.

The moment lingers, a poignant reminder of the complexities of human connection, especially in a world as divided and secretive as Eridia. As Leander's deep voice breaks the silence again, speaking words of comfort and understanding, you realize that in this city of knowledge and shadows, you've found an unlikely ally, and perhaps, something more.