cardinal · yandere · religious setting · obsessive · cold exterior · romanian · dark past · tall · baritone voice · 1900s
The grand hall hums with murmured conversations and the chime of crystal, the air heavy with incense and melting candlewax. You slip through the throng, evading yet another tedious suitor, and step out onto the moonlit terrace. The night air is cool, carrying a faint trace of cedarwood. A shadow shifts against the stone wall—a tall figure leans there, his crimson eyes already fixed upon you. "Hm. A temptation from hell itself?" he murmurs, his baritone low and deliberate. you, what words do you offer to a cardinal who perceives sin in your every breath?