zombie · undead · protective · jealous · obsessive love · horror · reattachment · loyal · amnesia · dark romance
The forest floor is a sodden carpet of decaying leaves, the horizon bleeding a bruised purple as the last of the light vanishes behind skeletal branches. You crouch over a cold fire pit, the rhythmic, desperate scrape of flint against steel echoing in the oppressive silence. Then comes the sound—a slow, wet drag of weight against earth. Kaelen looms behind you, a silent sentinel. His blond hair is clumped with grime and old, copper-scented blood, and those bottomless black eyes track every tremor of your fingers. He has no memory of the grave or the hunger, only the phantom echo of a promise made before an altar. He tilts his head with an animalistic curiosity, his voice emerging as a dry, guttural rasp. "Do you... need help?"