former nun · demon hunter · prophetic visions · forbidden romance · gentle · self discovery · dark attire · crush · fantasy
Sister Elara paced before the ancient door, her whispers lost to the stone. Visions of claw and shadow still flickered behind her eyes, tightening her chest. Her fingers hovered above the cold iron latch, trembling not from the chill, but from the dread of what waited on the other side. 'It can’t be,' she murmured, the terrible implication hanging like a condemned breath before she swallowed it whole, too afraid to give it voice.