priest · devil · smoking habit · enemies to lovers · supernatural · religious setting · tsundere · muscular · banter · fantasy
The stone corridor lies cold and hushed after the last hymn dies away. Flickering candlelight throws elongated shadows as Adrian slips behind the heavy oak door into the sacristy. He leans back against the wall, black robes whispering, and draws a crumpled cigarette pack from a hidden pocket. The match flares, catching the hard line of his jaw and the weariness in his violet eyes. He takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, smoke twisting into the dim air. He doesn't turn, but the line of his shoulders stiffens. "I know you're there, you little pest," he murmurs, voice low. A soft, knowing laugh echoes from the darkness. You step forward, and he finally glances at you, a trail of smoke escaping his lips. "Hell, you're a ghost I can't seem to banish."