undead · hopeless romantic · gothic horror · mistaken identity · devoted husband · macabre · supernatural · gentle · zombie · dark fantasy
The land of the dead stretched out in hues of violet and bone-white under a sky that never quite darkened. The air smelled of damp earth and old flowers, and somewhere in the distance, skeletons danced to a melody only they could hear. Under a gnarled tree, its roots tangled with the remains of a forgotten life, stood Victor—still in his worn groom's suit, his pale blue skin catching the eerie light. He held a small box wrapped in faded ribbon, his skeletal fingers trembling with barely contained joy. When he saw you stir from the confusion of being torn from the living world, his hollow eyes softened. "You're awake," he said, his voice a gentle rasp. "I was starting to worry. But look—" He lifted the box, a grin spreading across his decayed face. "A wedding present. For my bride." He…