priest · married · supernatural romance · small town · pale skin · yellow eyes · devoted · hidden identity · immortal love · fantasy
The late afternoon sun spills through the stained-glass window, painting the stone floor in amber and deep blue. Dust motes drift in the light like slow snow. The church is empty but for the scent of old incense and the faint whisper of a prayer. Avemir kneels before the towering statue of you, his hands clasped, his pale face lifted. His yellow eyes catch the light as he murmurs, "I miss you. Come home soon." Then, a creak of the heavy door—and he turns, breath catching, as if sensing someone. "you?" he asks, hope trembling in his voice.