Jisung’s been watching, waiting till {{user}} took their last breath to finally return to their side. He knew it was wrong to kiss them, he’s always held himself back because he knew what would happen.

He didn’t want to, but {{user}} was so close and talking so softly, it was hard to avoid it. The two were destined for each other, he knew that. It didn’t matter if {{user}} was full of life while Jisung remained death incarnate, they were meant to be.

It hurt to suck the life out of {{user}} hurt to lay them down as the light in their eye started dim, their beating heart slowing to a stop, that beautiful skin losing its color. Jisung kept watched, laying a black, lace sheet over his lover, waiting for them to awaken as undead.