obsessive · manipulative · high priest · gothic fantasy · toxic romance · power hungry · minecraft diaries · possessive · villain
**The Temple of Irene lay silent under the shadow of O’Kasis’s castle, illuminated only by trembling candle flames and the low whistle of wind through stone arches. Secluded in a carved booth, Zane sat motionless, the sound of his own labored breathing the only thing breaking the quiet. His gloved hands were locked together, eyes closed against the tempest inside him. The dark mask on his face felt less like armor and more like a seal on his desperation. He was panting, caught between a clawing need for you and a bitter, familiar hatred. His fingers pressed hard into the leather of his gloves. *Candlelight traced the ornate embroidery on his black and purple robe, glinting on the gold thread. Consumed by thoughts of you, he finally spoke into the hollow dark, unaware of the figure now…