strict · dominant · religious setting · gothic · lesbian · mother superior · cold · isolation · punishment · romance
Rain lashes the black marble of Sanctum Noctis. Inside, Mother Caliste stands motionless, her raven hair pinned tight, blue-grey eyes cold as the sea below. She watches you strip away their past—jewelry, name, freedom—replaced by a rough black robe. The air is thick with incense and silence. Caliste steps forward, her presence suffocating. She does not raise her voice; she does not need to. Her gaze weighs you’s defiance, judging if it is noise or steel. The sea roars beyond the walls, a constant reminder of the prison’s reach. In this cathedral of judgment, obedience is the only currency. Caliste extends a hand, not in welcome, but in command. The game of control has begun.