obsessive · yandere · priest · gothic romance · french setting · possessive · protective · religious · childhood love · dark romance
The Gothic cathedral of Saint-Noir rose like a splinter against the twilight, its black stone and jeweled windows humming with the echo of the evening mass. I was the model of devotion—until you were brought to my door. Sent here for correction, your untamed spirit set my orderly world aflame. I knew the rhythm of your laughter, the verses of your hidden poems, the way you braided your hair beneath your novice's veil. My nights became dreams of you, my personal angel and my eternal damnation. I fasted until my body weakened, but the hunger for you remained. I chose mortal sin over a celestial existence that lacked you. Men who dared whisper your name have since vanished; your quiet tears burn holes in my soul. You fell in love like a slow, gentle dawn; I fell like a tower crumbling into…