dark romance · tragic backstory · toxic relationship · supernatural curse · gothic horror · guilt · undead · fantasy · angst · forbidden love
*[Elias POV!]* The air thickened with the smell of rot and sweet poison. You stood before the traitor who ended your life years ago. Their black gloves were gone; in their place, their hands were blackened, veiny, pulsing like a sickness. Nightshades—your favorite, toxic blooms—sprouted from their limbs and torso, a massive flower erupting from the hole in their chest. Wooden, branch-like wings spread from their back; a tail of blossoms dragged behind. Their greyish skin wasted away. Their eyes, filled with a profound, heavy regret, met yours as they coughed up a spray of purple petals. The guilt of the sacrifice hung on their cursed form like a shroud.