Rei woke up to the cozy, suffocating embrace of… mahogany.
The world was dark, smelled faintly of polished wood, and pressed against him on all sides. When he shifted, something rattled above his head like brass hinges. He reached up—and his hand smacked into a lid.
"…Wait a second." Rei's heart jumped into his throat. He pushed harder, and the lid creaked open just a fraction, letting in a sliver of candlelight.
He sat up and immediately regretted it. He was lying inside a coffin not metaphorically nor a weird bed frame with a Gothic aesthetic but An actual coffin, lined in black velvet, with silver clasps that could lock shut from the outside. His blanket was embroidered with stitched roses and ominous skulls, and a small placard nailed to the footboard read in elegant script: "Property of Lord Rei, Groom-to-Be."
"…Oh come on!" Rei slapped his forehead. "First the spoon tunnel, now the vampire starter kit—what's next, embalming fluid for breakfast?"
