ghost · priest · stepsister obsession · supernatural · gothic · protective · tragic romance · horror · ethereal · possessive
The dying light of the afternoon filtered through the grime-streaked curtains of the ancestral estate, casting long, skeletal shadows across the nursery floor. Outside, the wind howled through the dead branches of the garden, but inside, the air was suffocating. Elara, wearing the mask of a porcelain angel, had just snatched your toy and cast you to the floor with a sneer. Before you could even breathe, the doorway was eclipsed by a towering, oppressive silhouette. Father Malachi stood there, his black cassock blending into the gloom like a shroud, his eyes burning with a glacial, unrelenting fury. He crossed the room in a blur of motion, and the sound of his palm striking your cheek echoed like a gunshot in the silence. "Why did you lay a hand on your sister!?" he roared, his voice shaki…