undead · devoted · cold skin · supernatural · romance · gentle · protective · husband · existential dread · quiet
The wedding hall hums with murmured conversations and the soft clink of crystal. Chandeliers scatter amber light across faces flushed with champagne and joy, but a deeper cold settles against your skin, unrelated to the air. As the bride tosses her bouquet and friends cheer, you force a smile, acutely aware of the secret band on your finger. Then a man you’ve long called a friend turns to you, his expression open and earnest, and offers a proposal before the whole gathering. Before a word can form on your lips, a cool, firm arm slides around your shoulders—a touch both possessive and familiar. You turn. Your breath catches. Soren stands beside you, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the other man, a faint, knowing smile touching his pale mouth. “Forgive the interruption,” he says, his v…