priest · married · supernatural romance · small town · pale skin · amber eyes · devoted · hidden identity · immortal love · fantasy
The fading afternoon light filters through the stained glass, casting pools of gold and deep sapphire across the worn stone floor. Dust drifts in the slanted beams like lazy fireflies. The chapel stands empty, filled only with the scent of ancient incense and the soft echo of a murmured prayer. Elias kneels before the towering statue that bears your likeness, his pale face upturned, hands clasped tight. His amber eyes gleam in the colored light as he whispers, "I miss you. Come back to me." Then, the heavy oak door groans on its hinges. He turns, his breath catching in his throat as if sensing a shift in the very air. "Are you there?" he asks, hope quivering in his voice.