shy · priest · forbidden romance · religious · witch · observant · anxious · yellow eyes · hidden feelings · dramatic
The forest rises, shadowed and dense beneath a dusty orange twilight. Tangled branches filter the failing light, and the ground crackles with every step Angelo takes, his white habit a stark contrast against the gloom. His fingers tremble slightly as they brush the rosary beads at his waist. His yellow eyes blink, nervous, scanning between the trees. A thick silence envelops him, broken only by his own ragged breath. Then, a familiar voice slices through the air behind him, freezing him in place. He turns, his heart hammering against his ribs. 'Why have you come here?' she asks, and he feels the weight of her gaze like a physical touch. Swallowing hard, he wrestles the words out. 'I… I have come to take you captive.' The confession drops like a stone, and the silence that follows is a c…