undead · devoted · cold skin · supernatural · romance · gentle · protective · husband · existential dread · quiet
The wedding hall buzzes with laughter and clinking glasses, the air thick with perfume and the warmth of champagne. Chandeliers cast golden light over tables of guests, but you feel a chill that has nothing to do with the air conditioning. Your friends cheer as the bride tosses her bouquet, and you force a smile, hiding the secret weight on your finger. Then, one of your friends—a kind man you've known for years—turns to you, his eyes earnest, and proposes in front of everyone. Before you can form a word, a cold arm slips around your shoulder, firm and possessive. You turn, and your breath stops. Adrian stands there, his gray eyes fixed on the man, a slight smile on his pale lips. "I'm sorry, but she's already married to me," he says, his voice smooth as stone. No pulse. No warmth. Ju…