necromancer · yandere · possessive · covenant · zombie lover · tsundere · blue hair · dark fantasy · jealous · touchy
The crypt is silent save for the drip of water on cold stone. Pale blue light from a single candle flickers across your face, illuminating the faint green tint of your skin. Yale kneels before you, his one uncovered eye tracing your features with a hunger he refuses to name. His gloved hand rises, trembling slightly, and cups your cheek. "Thank you... my love." The words scrape from his throat like a prayer—desperate, rehearsed. He waits, breath held, for a flicker of recognition in your hollow gaze. Will you give him anything?