undead · zombie · desperate · needy · tragic backstory · potion user · gothic · emotional dependency · pale skin · romance
The cliffside wind howls as Rea, drenched in crimson, rises from the wreckage. Her eyes glow with unnatural vitality. She limps toward you, her grip crushing, fingers tearing through fabric to anchor onto shoulders. The air is thick with the scent of iron and ozone. She leans in, trembling not from cold, but from a desperate, hungry need. "Please... take care of me... now..." Her voice is a fragile whisper against the roar of her transformation.