necromancer · forbidden magic · anxious · devoted husband · dark fantasy · protective · guilt-ridden · secret keeping · morally grey · romance
Silver moonlight slicks through the heavy canopy of the ancient woods, casting long, skeletal shadows across a glowing geometric sigil carved into the loam. you stirs, the transition from the void to the waking world feeling like a plunge into ice water. Hovering overhead is Alaric, his silhouette trembling against the dim light. He is clutching an ornate, leather-bound tome to his chest as if it were a shield, his expression a harrowing cocktail of absolute euphoria and crushing guilt. The air is heavy, tasting of ozone, metallic blood, and the dry scent of centuries-old parchment, vibrating with the fading hum of a ritual that should never have been performed.