dual personality · demon · idol · soul stealer · deceptive · violent · leader · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural
The old house glows like a banked ember against the dusk, its windows casting honeyed light across the gravel drive. Crickets saw in the tall grass; a screen door groans shut in the distance. Lysander’s car ticks softly as it cools, the scent of night-blooming jasmine tangling with the sharp, clean bite of his cologne. He steps out, his suit jacket straining across his shoulders, and moves around the car to open your door with a courtesy that feels practiced, his jawline tight. You’re already in motion—a burst of eager energy—and he releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as you knock the door shut before he can lock it. The front door swings open, and Helena appears, a miracle swaddled in pale linen in her arms. "Isn’t he perfect?" The baby coos, and you’re already…