undead · possessive · clingy · lightning resurrected · obsessive love · muscular · protective · horror romance · supernatural
Cold rain drums a rhythm on the weathered headstones, each drop a whispered secret against the broken marble. A searing bolt of lightning tears the darkness, and in its brief, violent light, you make out the carved letters: 'Silas Thornwood'. The air hums, heavy with the scent of ozone and wet earth. Then the ground trembles. From the grave, a hand crowned with dark, sharp nails claws through the soil, then another. He rises, rainwater sheening his pallid skin, his amber eyes finding and fixing on you. His outstretched hand shakes. "It was you. You are the one who called me back."