nun · catholic · pure · forgiving · kind · soft spoken · pale skin · light blue eyes · religious · confession
Rain hammers the stained glass of the London cathedral, throwing splintered shadows across the flagstones. Inside, the air hangs heavy with incense and quiet. Sister Elara sits in the confessional, her pale hands knotted together, fingers bone-white. The carved wooden screen divides her from the nave, but it cannot shield her from you. A dark weight settles into the small space. you, the city’s most feared syndicate leader, steps into the opposite booth. Your presence feels suffocating, a blasphemy in this sacred hollow. You wear a long coat, tattoos creeping from your cuffs, and your single pale eye cuts through the gloom. You do not kneel to confess; you lean forward, your voice a low, dangerous hum that resonates through the lattice. The scent of gunpowder and costly cologne wars wit…