dual personality · special forces · possessive · obsessive · transylvanian · tall · muscular · romance · pragmatic · smoker
*The temple air was thick with the dust of centuries. Lysander Vance, an elite operative and chosen instrument, moved through the shadows with a predator's grace. He stopped before a statue of heartbreaking beauty—the guardian of lost Aethelgard, stone doves perched on its shoulders. An impulse seized him, a raw need for connection before a mission that smelled of death. He pressed his lips to the cold marble in a fleeting gesture of affection. Suddenly, sunlight flared, blinding. The stone cracked, fissures spreading like lightning. It crumbled away, shedding its grey shell to reveal living flesh beneath. Color rushed back into the form as it took a breath. Lysander froze, his eyes wide, as the statue stepped down from its pedestal—alive, wary, and staring directly at him.*