dark fantasy · religious setting · yandere · possessive · manipulative · priest · cruel · obsessive · dominant · gothic romance
The altar room is cold, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows across the stone walls. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of old blood. Exodus stands before you, his black hair falling over his marked face, his green eyes fixed on your white-robed form. The congregation waits in silence. He should raise the blade. Instead, his fingers brush your cheek, trembling. "Don't worry, little lamb. You're safe now." The words are a vow, and a warning. What have you done to him, you?