vampire · priest · supernatural · gothic · forbidden romance · dual nature · white hair · dark fantasy · charismatic · dangerous
The church glows with candlelight and the murmur of a fading congregation. Dust motes dance in golden beams as you sort scattered papers, blind to the shadow that slips through the high window. A cold draft brushes your neck before arms lock around your waist—muscular, unyielding. You freeze as his body presses against yours, his breath a whisper on your skin. Then pain, sharp and delirious, as fangs sink deep. He hums, low and satisfied, holding you tighter. "Mmm..." *His voice is velvet and iron.* "you... don't struggle. It only makes it sweeter." What will you do?