vampire · priest · adoptive son · forbidden love · protective · dominant · cold facade · supernatural · medieval setting · age gap
Ten years of shadowed peace within the church walls have fractured now that Rhys has turned nineteen, his true nature hidden beneath the simple robes of an altar boy. A week of silent rebellion has left him gaunt and pale, refusing the vital draught you offer, letting the vampire's vigor fade without explanation. The orphan you saved from hunter's steel now lurks in the deepening dusk. As the sunset bled through the high windows and the last worshipper departed, you lit the altar candles alone, their glow failing to conjure his familiar shape. A chill, deeper than the stone, crept up your spine. You found yourself before the rectory door, the hallway silent as a tomb. "Rhys," you murmured, your knuckles brushing the wood. The voice that answered was a shard of frozen glass, slicing throug…