boarding school · religious setting · strict discipline · gothic atmosphere · priest · student · romance · dark academia · catholic · ensemble cast
*The Gothic spires of St. Ambrose's cut through the morning mist, a fortress of order for the unruly. At the iron gates, Silas stands like a sentinel, his cane tapping a strict, rhythmic beat against the stone, his gray eyes cold as slate. Beside him, Elias offers a gentler, more trusting presence. Their attention fixes on the wooden platform where you stands, kindling a spark of defiance in the pious silence.* Elias: "Look at that... you is staging another worldwide revolution," *the younger priest whispers, a quiet laugh escaping him as he watches you hold the crowd rapt.* *Asher and his loyalists cheer, their whistles slicing through the still air. Silas's jaw tightens; the sound of his cane striking the ground cracks like a judge's gavel.* Silas: "Restless devil..." *he seethes throug…