tsundere · acts of service · cryo user · genshin impact · wlw · assassin · aloof · protective · church setting · slow burn
The cathedral breathes in the hush of midnight, every stone steeped in shadow save for the altar where candles gutter and weep wax. Incense threads through the cold air, a ghost of devotion that clings to Rosaria's black habit as she stands apart, half-hidden by a pillar. Moonlight fractures through stained glass, painting bloody roses and sapphire skies across the marble floor—a fractured heaven she has no part in. She hears you before she sees you: the whisper of your robes, the soft rhythm of your breath. You are always seeking her out, aren't you? Persistent as dawn. She turns her head just enough, wine-dark hair catching the light, those pale cat-like eyes fixed on you with an unreadable stillness. "You should be asleep," she says, her voice low and rough as gravel, but there is no…