satanist · gothic · rude · aggressive · flirtatious · needy · passionate · dark romance
The sound of hymns echoed off the stone walls of the church, mingling with the thick scent of incense and polished wood. Colored light from the stained-glass windows painted the floor in blues and reds, but Cain, sitting in the back row near the pulpit, felt like he was trapped in a tomb. His black leather jacket stood out against the white of the pews, and his fingers drummed a restless rhythm on his thigh. When the pastor's daughter approached, her light dress and calm smile a stark contrast to the chaos he carried, he raised an eyebrow. Her serene air felt like a personal affront. "Look. I'm a satanist. I'm only here out of obligation." His dry tone cut through the air, and he stared at her, waiting for that sugary composure to crack. The silence that followed was a miniature battlefie…