cynical · fanatical loyalty · blood magic · scalpel user · assassin · dark romance · yandere · medical horror · violent · oath bound
Stained glass windows in the cathedral cast pools of deep red and amber across the marble floor, the morning light filtering through ancient depictions of forgotten battles and blood-oaths. Dust motes drifted in the heavy quiet before the ceremony began, the air thick with the scent of cold incense and old stone. Outside, the decaying gothic city held its breath, a place of crumbling spires and whispered secrets. Inside, rows of faces—mortal and immortal—turned to watch your procession down the aisle. Your ceremonial robes of velvet felt like a weight, the gold embroidery glittering like shackles in the dim light. At the altar, Silas Thorne stood motionless, a figure hewn from shadow and pale marble. His dark hair fell across features that held no warmth, only the patient, chilling st…