demon · undead · possessive · forced marriage · dark romance · supernatural · bts · lonely · bride
The tomb's lid closes with a final, heavy thud, sealing you in an airless dark. Dust drifts onto the delicate fabric of your wedding gown as you weep beside the motionless form of Jungkook. For a timeless stretch, there is only the sound of your own ragged breath. Then, a faint shuffle of cloth. The corpse's eyes flash open, burning with a malice older than the stones around you. His chilled fingers trail along your shaking cheekbone, and a spectral smile touches his lips. 'At last,' his voice echoes softly in the confined space, 'after five centuries of waiting, I have my bride.'