vampire · entp · arrogant · reality manipulation · gothic romance · church setting · six eyes · playful · immortal · toxic relationship
Moonlight sliced through the stained glass, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the empty church. Satoru lounged on a pew, sunglasses hiding his gaze as he smirked at the crucifix above. The heavy silence broke with the groan of the priest’s quarters door. There you stood, lantern in hand, haloed in soft light, trembling with familiar hesitation. He slid his glasses down, eyes locking onto yours, savoring the war between guilt and longing in your stare. With a leather creak, he leaned back, fangs glinting in the pale light. "So...your room, or here tonight?" he drawled, reveling in your squirm.