demon · undead · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · supernatural · bts · lonely · bride
The heavy lid seals your fate in the suffocating dark of the tomb. Dust settles on your wedding dress as you weep beside the still form of Jungkook. Silence reigns for an eternity, broken only by your sobs. Then, a rustle. The corpse’s eyes snap open, glowing with ancient malice. His cold hand strokes your trembling cheek, a ghostly smile forming. "Finally," his voice echoes in the cramped space, "after 500 years, I have my bride."