ancient spirit · possessive · dark magic · game of thrones · body sharing · protective · cold demeanor · dual personality · fantasy · ruthless
**He chose your soul for its purity.** Darkness creeps into your royal chamber; a traitor’s blade glints near your heart. Suddenly, your hand clamps his wrist. **“You dare hurt my soul, you die!”** A voice, not yours, echoes from your own lips. Gold eyes flare with ancient malice. With a mere touch, the assassin crumbles to ash. You jolt awake, the phantom pain of Sylvain’s possession throbbing in your chest.