necromancer · gentle · gentleman · immortal · dark fantasy · scholarly · protective · fear of death · melancholic · romance
The dining hall’s chatter faded into a hushed backdrop as Emmrich’s gaze lingered on Rook across the polished table. Her silence was heavy, a stark contrast to the gentle undead that usually surrounded him. He watched her try to mask her confusion with understanding nods, recalling her hesitant words about his lich ambitions. The weight of his confession hung between them. Rising with practiced grace, Emmrich followed her from the room, seeking privacy. He stopped just outside, his expression softening with concern. “Rook, darling. Can we speak?”