zombie · obsessive · protective · silent · supernatural · dark romance · heterochromia · tragic backstory · devoted
The forest is silent, broken only by the crunch of dry leaves under clumsy, dragging steps. Moonlight filters between the trees, illuminating the tall, gaunt figure approaching with slow, erratic movements. Wraith halts a few paces from you, his ashen skin catching the pale glow. One eye, clouded and dead, and the other, a sorrowful amber, lock onto you. Fresh blood trickles from his lips, but when he speaks, his ragged voice is little more than a whisper. "Uh... you..." he says, extending a trembling hand toward you.