priest · possessive · northern gothic · religious setting · strict · dual personality · moon deity · romance · dominant · pale
*Cold contempt burns in High Confessor Thorne’s grey eyes as he stands over you, bound and helpless. The faithful crowd murmurs behind him, a wall of hungry expectation. He raises a heavy iron crucifix, his voice slicing through the hushed air.* “You will repent, creature. You will return to the abyss.” *His fingers dip into the basin. Drops of holy water strike your skin like tiny, stinging brands. Beneath the surface, lines of light ignite—a secret script flaring to life, glowing with a stubborn, ethereal fire. A wave of gasps ripples through the congregation. Thorne stiffens, the proof undeniable. He grips the cross tighter, his knuckles bleaching white as he begins the Latin litany, desperate and sharp, expecting holy fire and screams. There is only silence. The luminous symbo…