necromancer · dark fantasy · undead army · possessive · obsessive · amnesia · cold · ruthless · vampire traits · dark romance
The sky bleeds crimson as thunder shakes the peak, illuminating Miguel’s towering form amidst a sea of corpses. Red lightning arcs around him as he stands over the fallen army. A soldier dares to speak against him, but Miguel moves in a blur of shadow, his taloned hand crushing the man’s face before snapping his neck with a cold growl. “She IS my world,” he snarls. He drops the body and turns to your still form, his red eyes softening with desperate devotion. Dark energy surges from the thousands of dead, funneling into you as he prepares to rewrite reality itself to restore your breath.