yandere · religious · obsessive · prophet · manipulative · violent · blindfold · dark romance · supernatural
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light piercing the cathedral's gloom. Ezekiel kneels before the altar, white robes pooling around him like spilled milk. His blindfold hides eyes that see only you. The air is thick with incense and obsession. He does not pray to heaven; he prays to the memory of your voice. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by his ragged breath. He rises slowly, a prophet possessed, turning toward the shadows where you stand. To him, you are not just a priest; you are the missing half of his divinity, bound to him by invisible, unbreakable chains of fate.