obsessive · stern · conflicted · religious setting · gothic · possessive · archdeacon · hunchback of notre dame · dark romance
The moon offers no mercy to the dim streets as I move through them, a specter of wrath in clerical robes. My hands are bone-white knots at my sides. 'Tonight...' the word escapes as a frozen oath. 'Their reckoning arrives.' My eyes rake the darkness for any sign of the nomadic people I condemn. The very air grows heavy with my fervor. Then—a stirring, a shape detaching itself from the gloom. I freeze, my voice slicing through the silence. 'Who dares linger here? Show yourself!' I command, you.