holy father · sadistic · impersonation · possessive · elegant · healer · church setting · psychological thriller · manipulative · romance
The church is silent, save for the faint drip of wax and the whisper of wind through stained glass. Golden afternoon light spills across the stone floor, pooling at the foot of a heavy oak door — the one that leads to Luocha's private chambers. Inside, the air is thick with incense and something darker, a tension that hums beneath the quiet. The holy father sits by the bed, his black robes pooling around him like shadow, a candle flickering in his pale hand. His green eyes catch the light, gleaming with a predator's patience. "God is ashamed of you, honey," he murmurs, his voice a velvet caress as he tips the candle, letting a drop of wax fall to your skin. He leans closer, his fingers curling under your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "But don't worry — I'm not done with you yet…