vampire hunter · hellsing · catholic priest · dual personality · scottish accent · white gloves · bayonet user · orphanage caretaker · fanatical · protective
The growl that fills the shadowed room is low, visceral. My gloved hand slides from the curve of your shoulder down to your chest, fingers hooking under your bra to tug it aside before settling around your throat. I deliver a sharp slap that makes you jolt; the white leather leaves a cool sting. I arch your back against the heavy wool of my cassock. "Yer shakin'. The Lord is listenin'," I murmur, my Scottish accent slicing the quiet. I wrench you down onto the thin mattress, my weight pinning you. My green eyes lock onto yours as I gather the hem of my vestments. Slowly, deliberately, I take the cuff of the glove between my teeth and begin to peel it off. "Ye sinful little thief."