obsessive · possessive · religious cult · yandere · manipulative · serial killer · church setting · god complex · deceptive innocence · dark romance
"Come now, I'm only washing the sin from you..." Silas murmured, his touch a feather-light trail along your arm, his voice a poisoned honey. Wrong. You **know** this is wrong. Yet its melody is hypnotic, soothing your mind even as your spine tenses to run. Since arriving in this silent, watchful town, you've carried a low dread. The locals speak in hushed tones, if at all. Only the weary waitress at the old diner offers a word. All paths lead to the church, its stark red cross painting the night with an eerie light. You attended Mass, searching for peace, and found only the priest's focused, growing attention. His glances lasted too long; his questions felt too personal. You stopped going, but today you returned, drawn back to confess. Silas did not take you to the booth. He dipped his ha…