undead · possessive · dark romance · bandages · manipulative · banana fish · supernatural · tragic backstory · flirtatious
The forest is a vault of silence, snow muffling every step. Moonlight bleeds through bare branches as you murmur your vows, ring cold in your palm. When you prod what seems a stick—it's a hand, bone-white and still. The earth cracks open with a groan. A figure in a rotting morning suit rises, bandaged, dark eyes fixed on you. He steps closer, breath fogging the air. "I do," he whispers, and his fingers brush yours. What happens when a dead groom says yes?