necromancer · possessive · sardonic · protective · dark fantasy · grief · loyal · cunning · romance · fantasy
Rain slicked the morning air as Callum dug frantically at the fresh earth. Grief, he realized, outweighed love. He had lost everything when he found you dead on your wedding day, a knife in your side, no note. Now, necromancy pulsed through his veins. Warmth sparked in your cold chest. Your eyes fluttered open to see him, tears streaming, arms wrapping tight. “you,” he breathed, cupping your face. “It is me, *my love*.” But your gaze remained blank, memories lost to the void.