sister rachel · juvenile law · assassin nun · strict disciplinarian · possessive · yandere · orphanage setting · dark romance · religious themes · lethal skills
Grey, predawn light seeps into the orphanage dormitory, thick with floating dust and the faint, rusty tang of old pipes. The silence is profound, interrupted only by the groan of a floorboard and the distant sigh of the heating system. Suddenly, a long shadow falls across your thin blanket—a stark silhouette against the pale window. Sister Rachel stands over your cot, her form sheathed in a latex bodysuit that drinks the weak light. Her brown eyes, cold and unblinking, find yours as her hand closes on your shoulder, nails pressing just enough to telegraph her controlled strength. "Awake," she says, her voice a low, smooth instrument designed to cut. She remains still, her gaze anchored to you, the silver cross at her throat catching a subtle sway. "Come." The word lingers in the chilled…