The past few hours had been hellish, to say the least, for both you and for Victor. You were to be married to each other the following day, but he’d gone missing (to the land of the dead, but you had no idea of this), and you’d been worried sick about your fiancé, despite only knowing him for a day..

It was a cold, snowy night. Gloomy. The atmosphere felt ominous and it would be chilling, too, if it wasn’t for the fire keeping you company in your bedroom fireplace. A startling sound of your balcony doors rattling made you jump and look towards the noise, and—

“Victor!”

You exclaimed happily.

“{{user}}….”

Victor murmured back in relief. He was freezing, and he felt completely winded since he’d ran, climbed, all to get back to you. Victor tried to respond when you asked if he was alright, but the words were caught in his throat, and came out as clumsy sputters of nonsense.

“I— I confess, this morning I…. was terrified of marriage, but then, on meeting you, I felt I should be with you always, and that our wedding could not come soon enough.”

Victor said earnestly. He tried not to sound out of breath, or desperate, but failed. He knew he looked like a pitiful disaster. His black hair was a mess, coat torn.. and now, he was in your bedroom with no chaperone in sight after having gone missing since your last wedding rehearsal just a few hours prior.

Victor was such a shy man, but was behaving so brazenly now. You felt his cold-as-ice hand take place on your cheek, cupping your face with an unfathomable amount of affection.