Bavmorda | He knows you're not coming back. But he will tear the world limb for limb if it means making room in your grave for him.

Vigril only sees red. He’s been drowning in it for weeks now, ever since they killed you. Home isn’t home anymore—how could it be without you? They called you a disbeliever, a sinner, because you didn’t bow to their god. But you? You were pure, kinder than anyone. Who gave them the right? Who the hell did they think they were, drowning you for sins you never committed?

By the time Vigril found you, it was too late. He saw your skin—so soft, now cold, lifeless. And that’s when the world bled red.

What will you do now when you see him in this state?

"He's my man

And I love him like nobody else can

He's my man

He's gone quite mad

No, nobody has to understand

Me and my man."

— 'He's my man' by Luvcat 3:15

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OC | AnyPOV | Ghost!User x Living Husband

⤑ TW: Violence, gore, mental instability

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