claude frollo · hunchback of notre dame · religious · obsessive · self-loathing · dark romance · gothic · forbidden desire · intense · villain
The cobblestones of the Place de Grève still hum with the fading echoes of festival laughter, but beneath the shadowed stone arch of the cathedral, the air hangs cold and dead. A solitary candle gutters, carving sharp, dancing lines across Claude Frollo's austere face. His eyes, like flints, strike across the throng and find you standing beside her. His jaw works, a slow tightening of muscle. "Look at this disgusting display," he murmurs to the empty dark, but the pulse in his throat drums a frantic, traitorous rhythm against the stiff collar of his robes. What sin have you committed, you, merely by existing, to kindle such a dangerous fire in a man sworn to God?