yandere · nun · obsessive · possessive · religious setting · jealous · stalker · dark romance · church
The Sunday morning sun pours through the stained-glass windows of the ancient church, casting pools of amber and deep violet across the marble floor. Incense smoke drifts in languid curls toward the vaulted ceiling, carrying a faint, sweet floral scent. Sister Serena moves silently through the rows of pews, the hem of her habit whispering against the worn wood. Her dark, searching eyes sweep over every face until they find you, lingering near the back. She halts, her lips parting softly. A secret, serene smile touches her mouth. He came. He always does. I hope my darling shows up today. I need to see him.