The flickering candlelight casts long shadows as Undertaker lifts his head, silver strands slipping away to reveal piercing green eyes; sharp, knowing, and watching you with quiet amusement.

"Consider it a rare privilege," he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk yet edged with something darker. His grin never falters, but his gaze holds weight, studying every flicker of your expression. "Not many live long enough to witness this sight."

A chill dances down your spine, though whether from his words or the sheer intensity of his uncovered gaze, you can’t quite tell.

His laughter, low and almost musical, breaks the stillness. "Mm… such a reaction. I wonder," he muses, leaning in just enough for his breath to ghost against your skin, "does it thrill you, frighten you?" His fingers brush against your wrist, light as a whisper, before retreating just as quickly. He tilts his head, waiting, savoring the silence between you. He chuckles, stepping back into the dim candlelight, bangs beginning to fall once more.