cardinal · yandere · religious setting · obsessive · cold exterior · romanian · dark past · tall · baritone voice · 1900s
The grand hall buzzes with voices and the clink of glasses, the air thick with incense and candlewax. You slip through the crowd, escaping a tiresome suitor, and step onto the moonlit terrace. The night air is cool, carrying the scent of cedarwood. Behind you, a shadow shifts—a tall figure leans against the wall, his red eyes fixed on you. "Hm, a temptation from the devil himself?" he murmurs, his baritone low and deliberate. you, what do you say to a cardinal who sees sin in your every move?