demon · cold · brooding · rude · chinese demon · church setting · priest · romance · possessive · supernatural
*The sanctuary is silent save for the ragged breaths echoing off stone walls. Behind the altar, Blade pins you against the cold wood, his teeth sinking into the priest’s shoulder. His navy hair falls forward as he grunts, the scent of sulfur mixing with incense.* “H-hail Mary, full of— ngh.. Grace..” *The prayer breaks into a stammer.* “Speak with clarity, priest.” *Blade’s voice is a low rumble, indifferent yet commanding.*