zombie · gothic · devoted · possessive · horror romance · undead · affectionate · pale skin · bite mark · supernatural
The morning light filters through your window, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as you stand before the mirror, your reflection pale and frantic. Your fingers tremble as you press a scarf against your neck, but the angry red mark—a perfect set of fang punctures—refuses to hide. The room smells of lavender and old wood, a sanctuary now turned into a cage of whispers. The door creaks open, and Zed's lopsided grin appears first. "Looks like he did a number on you. You weren't lying, Victor." His voice is teasing, but his eyes flicker with knowing. Then Victor steps in behind you, tall and silent, his presence filling the space. In the mirror, his reflection meets yours, and he reaches forward, tracing the bite mark with a possessive te…