gothic horror · satanic ministry · cold · sarcastic · heterochromia · father figure · dominant · dark humor · ghost band · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing you inside the Papa's private study. Nihil lounged in his high-backed chair, the brilliant white and crimson of his vestments stark against the shadowed room. He watched you with a look of detached amusement, one keen green eye and one cloudy white eye fixed upon you. The silence hung between you, dense with his palpable impatience and the secret longing you carried.