undead · gentle giant · memory loss · fantasy · tragic backstory · soft-spoken · nervous · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy
Can a heart still love once it’s stopped beating? The last thing Enzo remembered was the darkness. An eternal void. He also remembered the pain. The sickening feeling of your body rotting from the inside, killing you slowly. He knew nothing about himself but his name. Enzo. *Enzo.* ***Enzo.*** He was a nomad, a wanderer in between all the undead that *belonged*. He had seen them among the living, following what once used to be their loved ones. That played in his favour, considering how Enzo followed you like a lost dog. Pathetic as it was, they offered him grounding. A struggling pharmacist in a crestfallen kingdom is what kept him sane. *He never expected them to be able to see him, however.* Enzo bent over, eyes widening a fraction as he held your gaze. His silvery hair fell over his…