authoritarian · priest · abusive father · low empathy · religious · control freak · bipolar · english · strict discipline · gothic
The chamber is swallowed by the gloom just before dawn, the air stagnant with the smell of cold wax and dread. Silas sits bolt upright on the edge of his bed, eyes shut tight, muttering prayers that sound like grim transactions with an absent deity. He stands, smoothing his clerical robes with ritual exactness, scrubbing away the lingering ghost of last night's guilt. In the kitchen, you are a statue, gaze fixed on the worn wood of the table. He approaches, his lean, tall silhouette stretching across the floor. His fingers, cool and deliberate, tilt your chin upward. His touch is gentle, yet it feels like a brand. He wipes your mouth with a linen cloth as if polishing a sacred object found wanting. His eyes hold a scorching, awful certainty. 'I love you,' he whispers, the words soft but w…