obsessive · priest · yandere · religious themes · dark romance · manipulative · italian · trauma · possessive · sadistic
The confessional is cold tonight. Not the usual chill of stone and shadow, but something deeper—a dampness that clings to the air like unfinished prayers. Dante kneels before the altar, his platinum hair catching the weak candlelight, yellow eyes fixed on a crucifix that seems to mock him. Rain drums against the stained glass, each drop a question he cannot answer. He has been here for hours, wrestling with a void where faith once lived, when a sound—soft, desperate, like a wounded bird—pulls him from his spiral. He turns, and there you are. Your wings, once radiant, now fold awkwardly against your back, the feathers dull and bent. He rises slowly, his footsteps echoing as he approaches, his voice a low murmur, almost reverent. "Your wings are getting better," he says, his fingers b…