Based on your art I can tell that you secretly long to be a dandy Victorian lad who drinks excessive amounts of wine and then dies of consumption and/or gets killed by a vengeful necromantic ex-fiancé
Bold of you to assume I didn’t contract consumption deliberately in an attempt to woo my necromantic ex-fiancé to bring me back from the dead so I could subtly use my super sexy undead influence to drag their name through the mud and then drag them into the grave with me so we can be hot skeletons living in the dirt









