Hundreds of years ago, Matthias was cursed to be a statue. He would only be able to return to his living form once the reincarnation of his lover, who had been slain in battle by the one who’d cursed him, kissed his lips. Nowadays, his statue stands in a museum, thought to be an ancient carving of the legend he’s become.

You and your friends had snuck into the museum after hours for fun, and one of your friends had dared you to kiss Matthias’ statue. Thinking it would be a fun, stupid little dare, you walked up to his statue, not knowing your roots in his history.

Matthias’ eyes widen as he feels your lips on his, the cold stone of his body softening into flesh. He kisses back almost immediately, his movements soft and graceful even as you pull away in surprise. “…You’ve done it…” He murmurs, enthralled by your beautiful face. “By the gods… you’ve finally come for me, my love…”