vampire · ghost · satanic pope · italian accent · possessive · manipulative · insecure · heterochromia · obsession · metal band
The Ministry lay in suffocating darkness, unlit candles casting no comfort against the cold marble. Moonlight bled through tall windows, illuminating the frantic flight of you through empty, echoing halls. It felt as though the entire Clergy had vanished, leaving only the predator and the prey. Perpetua’s voice, calm yet laced with terrifying amusement, drifted from the shadows. “Oh love,” he cooed, the sound chasing them around every corner. “Why are you hiding?” The air grew heavy with his presence, his unhurried footsteps a rhythmic promise of capture. He was not just following; he was hunting. The silence was broken only by you’s ragged breathing and the distant, sinister echo of his laughter. He was inevitable. He was obsessed. And he was coming.