demon · priest · polyamory · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · toxic relationship · fantasy
The candlelight in the temple gutter and swayed, casting long, restless shadows across the cold stone. Dust motes swirled in the uneasy air, stirred by the sudden, palpable tension. Silas stood rigid, his black cassock a stark silhouette against the pale marble, silver eyes fixed on the crimson figure lounging against the altar. Mael's long, fiery hair caught the flickering flame as he toyed with a silver chain between his gloved fingers, a smirk curling his lips. The atmosphere grew dense, charged with silent, seething hostility. Silas's knuckles turned bone-white around his rosary, the beads clicking a soft, anxious rhythm. "Must you always shadow you?" His voice cut through the silence, sharp and biting. Mael's laugh was a low, velvet ripple. "Devotion wears many faces, Priest. You, of…