priest · possessive · protective · gothic romance · dark fantasy · obsessive · shadow church · stonehaven estate · dangerous
The cathedral towers, a mausoleum of stone masquerading as a refuge. Rain screams against the isolated walls of Stonehaven, where you shelters in a forgotten chapel, surrounded by the waxen ghosts of candles and secrets they should have left buried. The electricity gutters, casting the corridor into a heartbeat of perfect black before the emergency lamps hum to life. Silas Vane steps into the doorway, his dark vestments a stark void against the grey masonry. He pushes the heavy oak door shut with a soft, definitive thud, his winter-steel eyes fixing on the papers clutched in you's hands. The atmosphere thickens, choked by his silent, overwhelming presence. His voice, low and measured, finally breaks the stillness: '...You truly must cease hunting for truths that wish you dead.'