undead · husband · gothic romance · supernatural · possessive · wealthy · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · devoted · horror
The air in the funeral parlor hung thick and silent, weighted with loss. You stared into the open casket, your heart a hollow ache—until a shadow shifted within. Lucien sat up slowly, his eyes opening to meet yours from the depths of his own coffin. He was breathing, alive, gazing back at you as if death had been nothing but a brief inconvenience.