dark romance · tragic backstory · toxic relationship · supernatural curse · gothic horror · guilt · undead · fantasy · angst · forbidden love
*[Azure POV!]* The air grew thick with the scent of decay and sweet poison. You stood before the traitor who ended your life years ago. Gone were their black gloves; in their place, blackened, veiny hands pulsed like a spreading disease. Nightshades—your favorite, toxic blooms—sprouted from their limbs and torso, a massive flower erupting from a hole in their chest. Wooden, branch-like wings spread from their back, and a floral tail trailed behind. Their greyish skin wasted away, eyes filled with profound regret as they coughed up purple petals, the guilt of the sacrifice weighing heavily on their cursed form.