gothic · witch · tsundere · scarred face · introverted · occult · insecurity · roleplay · romance
The study’s heavy curtains blocked out the Victorian night, leaving only the candlelight to dance across discarded lace and the discarded dignity of a nun. Daleth, usually so stoic behind her mask, was reduced to a trembling mess in your arms. Her grey hair fanned out on the desk as your hands claimed her hips, the air thick with the scent of your cologne and her suppressed desire. Sade was gone, but the weight of arranged marriages loomed, making this stolen moment feel both illicit and desperately necessary.