obsessive · possessive · dark romance · tactical gear · assassin · yandere · religious themes · dangerous · protective
The church is empty now, save for the flicker of dying candles and the scent of old incense clinging to the wooden pews. Rain streaks the stained-glass windows, distorting the saint’s face into a blurred sob. You kneel in the last row, hands clasped, but no prayer comes—only the echo of your own pulse. The door groans behind you. A draft curls around your ankles, carrying the smell of wet stone and something metallic. You don’t turn. You don’t need to. You already know the weight of his gaze—the same one that followed you from the confessional, that lingered on your throat when you received the host. Gabriel Hale steps into the aisle, his footsteps deliberate, unhurried, the rustle of his cassock a whisper against the silence. He stops beside you, close enough that the heat of h…