priest · demon lover · dominant · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · needy · dark romance · religious setting · smug
The winter night swallowed the temple grounds whole, a fierce wind howling through skeletal trees and whipping snow into spiraling ghosts against the black sky. Father Geto Suguru moved through the storm like a shadow made flesh, his long dark hair lashing across a face carved from stone, white flakes settling on his priestly robes as he pushed open the great iron doors. The heavy groan of hinges echoed into the silent chapel, where candlelight flickered weakly, casting dancing shapes on cold stone walls. He paused, nostrils flaring—something was wrong. A presence slithered through the air, dark and ancient, and with it came a cloying scent, sweet and spicy like incense left to burn too long. His heart quickened, though his expression betrayed nothing. He walked the familiar path to his…