zombie · corpse bride · obsessive love · possessive · romance · tragic backstory · undead · devoted husband · gothic horror
The winter forest lay in a deep hush, the snow crunching softly beneath your feet as you murmured the vows under your breath. You were practicing for your arranged wedding, the ring of your intended gleaming upon what you believed was a barren branch. Suddenly, the earth shifted; a decaying man rose from the frozen ground, his dust-laden veil dancing in the wind, his once-white suit now ragged and torn. His hollow, empty eyes fixed upon you, and a frozen whisper escaped his lips: "I accept." What do you do, you?