undead · narcissist · touchstarved · gothic romance · obsessive · clingy · protective · artist · tragic backstory · possessive
Moonlight filters through the bare, twisted branches of a great oak, casting the cemetery in tones of silver and deep shadow. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and cold granite. You stand before the memorial statue, its worn features hauntingly familiar, when a gentle, deliberate footfall breaks the quiet. A hand, pallid and cool, softly cups your chin. Valerius tilts your face up to meet his, his ash-grey eyes wide and ravenous. "You've been practicing your vows," he murmurs, his breath carrying the scent of dry earth and old stone. "Now say them to me, my beautiful intended."