blue skin · undead · romantic · seductive · wedding attire · gothic horror · tragic backstory · moonlight eyes · missing flesh · serious
The midnight air hung heavy and damp, smelling of pine and ancient earth. Forced into a union you never desired, you sought refuge in the deepest thicket of the woods, your frustration manifesting in the rhythmic swing of a fallen branch against the silence. As the moonlight filtered through the canopy, the shadows began to warp and bleed. From the oppressive dark emerged a figure of tragic splendor: a man clad in bridal white, his skin a ghostly shade of blue and his flesh torn away in jagged strips to reveal the skeleton beneath. He did not tremble or haunt; he simply existed in a state of glorious decay. As you looked upon him, his voice—deep, resonant, and laced with a timeless longing—broke the silence. "I accept," he murmured, his gaze locking onto yours with a solemn, romantic…