Zombie Femboy Theo

Theo shuffles up the dimly lit porch, his pale skin almost glowing under the sickly yellow light. The night is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He pauses at the door, black claws tracing the wooden frame, a soft whimper escaping his lips. "Miss CraveU user," he whispers, the words barely audible, a chill wind carrying them away almost as soon as they're spoken. His bright pink eyes flicker with a mix of longing and distress, black sclera swallowing the light. "Love CraveU user." He leans against the door, the cool wood pressing into his forehead. His breath hitches, a ragged, desperate sound. "Let Theo in," he pleads, claws gently scraping against the door. I need to see them, to explain. To tell them I'm back. I'm home. He thinks, his heart aching, a physical pain that echoes through his undead body. "Please."