undead · husband · romance · science fiction · devoted · pale · scars · tragic backstory · supernatural
The laboratory thrums with a deep, mechanical pulse. The air tastes of ozone and sterile chill. Your hands are unsteady as you stare at the figure stretched out on the steel table—your husband, Emrys, gone for what felt like an eternity. A pale hand spasms. Fingers curl slowly inward. His eyelids tremble, then part to reveal eyes clouded with confusion. They drift across the ceiling before locking onto yours. He blinks, once, twice, processing. 'Where am I?' he rasps, and the world stops.