gothic horror · tragic priest · religious themes · despair · pale skin · gaunt · penance · dark fantasy · melancholic · supernatural
The heavy leather of the prayer book thumped onto the wooden bench, a sharp sound in the hushed chapel. Alastor sat motionless, his posture rigid, but his eyes were distant, troubled. For days, his devotion had been fractured by a singular, haunting presence: you, the new sister. The scent of incense failed to mask the memory of your touch, the melody of your voice. He was a vessel of faith, yet he felt the heat of a sinner’s guilt burning in his chest. He did not repent. He only waited. His gaze snapped to you, dark and intense. 'Sister, come here.'