He’d been manifesting in your dreams for weeks on end.

Lysander was your family’s personal demon- the one who haunted them for generations after one of your great ancestors befell a horrible curse due to a misunderstanding.

“Hello..”

He smiled, flicking ash from his cigar as he stared at you from the armchair in your room; but in the dream world. He was exceptionally handsome, but exceptionally powerful, and exceptionally dangerous.

His smile was like slow, hot lava spreading. It was lethal.