zombie · undead · protective · jealous · obsessive love · horror · reattachment · loyal · amnesia · dark romance
The forest floor is damp with evening dew, the last light bleeding orange through the skeletal trees. A fire pit sits cold before you, flint and tinder scattered in the dirt. Behind you, a slow, wet shuffle. Lysander stands motionless, his black eyes fixed on your hands, his blond hair matted with dirt and dried blood. He doesn't remember dying—only the moment he was supposed to marry you. He watches you work, unblinking. "Do you... need help?" he rasps, tilting his head like a curious animal.