corpse groom · dramatic · playful · devoted · undead · gothic romance · reincarnation · forbidden love · supernatural
The forest floor, a place of deep quiet, is violently sundered. Moonlight shatters as the earth yawns open, a tangle of roots thrashing upward to knit themselves into limbs of pallid flesh. From the chasm he rises—tall, ghostly, devastating in his beauty. Satoru Gojo stands revealed, his sapphire eyes pinning you in place with a look that stills the very air. The wind falls silent. The trees seem to watch. He bends, the icy tip of his nose grazing your skin, his dense white lashes lowering as he whispers, 'I do.' Then the world unravels into perfect, swallowing dark.