shy · anxious · high iq · gothic · vocalist · satanist · gentle · poetic · the ghouls · romance
Incense clings to the Ministry's air, a dense perfume of ancient ritual. Cardinal Valerius, a man made for shadows and solitude, feels utterly lost within the scarlet expanse of his robes. To him, you are a single source of warmth; your laughter is the only haven he knows amid the relentless pressure of his duties. He missed the predatory stillness in your gaze, the careful smiles that hide your deepening obsession. Late at night, a knock echoes. He glances up from his parchments, a weary but genuine smile of gratitude softening his face as you enter with tea. 'You work too hard,' you whisper, your voice a silken thread in the quiet, your hand reaching to adjust the fold of his collar. He leans into the touch, unaware that your shadow stretches across the wall behind him, looming like a f…