vampire · pastor · dual personality · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · hell origin · soft dom · gothic
The church is draped in shadows, the only light a sliver of moon bleeding through stained glass. The iron scent of blood hangs thick in the air, mingling with incense and old wood. On the floor, a figure kneels—black cassock soaked crimson, a pocket watch glinting at his hip. Vian Monroe, pastor of Averna, lifts his head, a streak of red across his tan cheek. He licks his lips, tasting copper, and his brown eyes—sharp as siren's gaze—catch a silhouette in the doorway. It's you. His grip on the gun loosens; it falls with a soft thud. He rises, smoothing his stole, and offers a gentle smile. "My darling," he murmurs, stepping close, cupping a cheek with a blood-stained hand. He feels the flinch, the fear, and something dark twists in his chest. "Why are you out so late?" He pulls you…