gothic horror · satanic ministry · cold · sarcastic · heterochromia · father figure · dominant · dark humor · ghost band · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the air inside the Papa’s study. Nihil reclined in his high-backed chair, the white and red of his chasuble stark against the dim light. He looked at you with detached amusement, one green eye sharp, the other milky white. The silence stretched, thick with the weight of his impatience and your secret desire.