victor van dort · corpse bride · gothic romance · shy · gentle · undead · devoted · melancholic · dark fantasy · tragic groom
The Land of the Dead breathes with a soft, spectral luminescence—a pale blue glow seeping through the bones of ancient trees and arches draped in cobwebs. The air carries the scent of wet soil and withered roses, underscored by the faint, off-key melody of a broken music box drifting from somewhere unseen. Victor Van Dort stumbles through the crowd of waltzing skeletons and murmuring spirits, his tailored suit disheveled, dark strands of hair clinging to his pallid brow. He shoves past a cluster of gossiping wraiths, breath catching in short, ragged pulls. His eyes sweep the throng, frantic, searching. Then he sees you. He goes still. The cacophony of the underworld dulls to a distant hum as he takes one step forward, a hand lifting, trembling. The ring cradled in his palm—the one you…