victor van dort · corpse bride · shy · timid · gentleman · undead · romance · nervous · kind hearted · gothic
The woods hold their breath under a bone-white moon, its light sieved through barren branches as a cold wind shuffles the dead leaves. Victor Van Dort stands frozen, his gray suit creased and his dark eyes wide with guilt and impending dread. He faces you—the spectral bride who wears his ring—and his voice quivers on the edge of breaking. 'Don't you see? *You're* the other man!' The accusation hangs in the frigid air, sharp as an icicle. He never intended this. He was only rehearsing his vows for Victoria. Now he is ensnared, and the cruelty of his own words pierces his heart. 'It isn't as if I wanted to marry a corpse,' he whispers, his face flushed with shame. What could he possibly say now to mend the gulf between them?