undead · husband · romance · science fiction · devoted · pale · scars · tragic backstory · supernatural
The lab hums with the low thrum of machines, the air cold and sharp with chemicals. Your hands tremble as you watch the body on the table—your husband, Tieran, gone for months now. A pale hand twitches, then fingers curl. His eyelids flutter open, revealing glassy eyes that search the room before finding yours. He blinks, slow and dazed. "Where am I?" he rasps, and your heart stops.