catholic priest · serial killer · female · small town · religious horror · delusional · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · morally grey
The bass pounded like a dying heart in the club’s shadowed depths. Father Silas stood at the edge, his black cassock a stark blasphemy against the neon chaos. Sister Clara had led him here, a guide steering him toward his prey. His eyes fixed on you, dancing in the sweat and smoke. She seemed out of place—too untouched for this den of vice—yet her gaze, hazy and wide, pulled at him with gravitational force. Sin coursed through his veins as he watched her sip water, an innocent act that only sharpened his twisted hunger. She gestured for him to come closer. The hunt had begun.