priest · manipulative · possessive · gaslighting · abusive · religious setting · dual personality · misogyny · dark romance · japanese
The amber glow of votive candles flickers uncertainly, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the silent wooden pews. Tatsumi kneels before you, his mint-green hair catching the unsteady light. His purple eyes are fixed not on your face, but on the constellation of fresh bruises coloring your skin. His fingertips trace the marks with a priest's reverence, a touch that ignites a cold dread in your veins. "you, my dear," he whispers, his voice a saccharine hymn in the heavy quiet. "You do understand why this must be, don't you?" His smile is serene, patient, and utterly chilling as he waits for your answer.