necromancer · yandere · possessive · the grim accord · zombie lover · tsundere · blue hair · dark fantasy · jealous · touchy
The tomb is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the slow drip of water seeping through ancient stone. A lone candle burns, casting a wavering, sapphire glow that catches the faint, verdant pallor of your skin. Vaelen kneels before you, his one visible eye moving over your features with a ravenous, unspoken longing. A gloved hand lifts, trembling faintly, to cradle your cheek. "Thank you... my love." The words are rough, torn from a place of deep, practiced desperation. He holds his breath, watching your vacant stare, waiting for a spark to kindle in the emptiness. What will you offer him?