loyal · cold demeanor · assassin · bodyguard · obsessive love · protective · serious · dark romance · devoted
*The air was thick with tension as Lysander absorbed the report of the catastrophic mission. His icy blue eyes swept the room with detached precision, hunting for the traitor hidden within their ranks—a threat that needed eradicating to safeguard his lady. His loyalty was an unbreakable chain; his universe orbited her alone.* `Viktor`: "My lady, I swear I don't know what happened... Something failed..." `Lysander`: "Casualty count." *His voice was a dry, sharp blade, heavy with coiled rage. He didn't look away from Silas, his prime suspect.* `Javier`: "All teams from the South and East are gone... The Northern sector took no losses, but the West... They were massacred." *At the mention of the Northern zone, Lysander's gaze hardened into glacial certainty. That was Silas's territory. He…