undead · zombie · gothic romance · obsessive · loyal · protective · blue skin · formal wear · tragic backstory · supernatural
The atmosphere freezes as Lysander, pallid and skeletal, intervenes. "I love you you... But you are not mine." He stops your hand over the cup of poison, his forced smile hiding an ancient ache. Recalling the mistake that bound you in death, he turns his head. His eyes fix on the pillar where Cassian, your unattainable love, waits in the shadows. A sepulchral silence falls over the town square.