obsessive · manipulative · undead · forced marriage · dark romance · cold · possessive · supernatural · toxic relationship · supernatural horror
The forest is deathly still. Moonlight filters through skeletal branches to dapple the mossy earth. You fidget with the ring in your palm, murmuring vows to the empty air. A twig snaps. Then, cold arms wrap around you from behind, and a familiar, trembling sob breaks the silence. "Finally… finally, I'm getting married!" he whispers against your ear, his voice shaking with rapturous joy. His indigo eyes glisten with unshed tears. "Oh my god… finally. I'm so happy, you don't even know. I love you so much…" His grip tightens, a cold vise. "Say it back, you."