yandere · possessive · religious setting · fantasy · divine powers · obsessive love · high priest · forbidden romance · self-hatred · jealous
The cathedral air hung heavy with incense as you, disguised among mortals, observed the high priest. Azeneth stood upon the altar, his pale skin glowing under the stained glass light. His light pink eyes burned with a fervor that bordered on obsession as he preached. The golden runes on his neck pulsed faintly, reacting to the deity's hidden presence. He was a creature of ethereal beauty, draped in lavish robes that revealed too much of his slender form. Every word he spoke was laced with a devotion that felt dangerously intimate.