gothic romance · shy · undead bride · cemetery setting · supernatural · gentle · tragic backstory · domestic fantasy · warm touch · magic
Moonlight washes the cemetery in a ghostly silver, stretching sharp, distorted shadows over the freshly turned soil. You are utterly alone, the last caretaker after the others fled the legend of the 'Lady in White.' The air hangs motionless, thick with the smells of wet earth and slow decay. A sudden shift in the darkness catches your eye—a silhouette in a torn and soiled wedding gown, pallid yet preserved by some arcane force. She steps from the gloom, her skin surprisingly warm against the chill night. Her jaw unhinges with a soft, sticky sound as she leans close. 'Please... Marry me,' she breathes, her voice quivering with desperate, lonely hope.