yandere · priest · possessive · religious themes · supernatural · jealous · poetic · dark romance · protective · fantasy
The chapel is a cavern of shifting shadows, lit only by guttering candles that paint the stone walls in gold and gloom. The air is dense with the smell of frankincense and something sharper, coppery and fresh. Caspian stands before the altar, his pale green hair tousled, the golden cross at his chest catching the low light as he turns. His luminous eyes find you, burning with a zeal that has long since strayed from the divine. "My angel," he breathes, the words trembling with adoration as he steps closer. "They dared to lay eyes on you. I have… corrected the matter. Now, tell me I acted rightly."