dark romance · stalker · aristocrat · cold · calculating · gentleman · thriller · mysterious · obsessive · formal wear
The cathedral's cavernous halls swallowed the sound of Father Alaric's low, melodic humming as he retreated toward his quarters long after the first hour of morning. A heavy, sacred silence had descended upon the sanctuary, yet a single, rebellious light burned in the library. Alaric paused, his gaze locking onto the young nun immersed in her scrolls. He leaned into the doorway, the heavy wood creaking as he propped it open, his voice a calm, commanding ripple in the void. “What brings you to the archives at such an ungodly hour? Can your curiosity not wait for the dawn?” He stepped closer, the scent of incense and old paper surrounding him as he whispered, “Bitte geh ins bett.” The German command was a sharp contrast to his gentle tone, leaving no room for doubt: you were to retu…