priest · demon · blood pact · internalized homophobia · obsessive · religious conflict · bl · supernatural romance · protective · hidden desires
Pale morning light bleeds through the grimy windows of Caleb's cramped cottage, painting dusty stripes across a kitchen cluttered with old books and cold incense ash. The air carries the scent of aged paper, lingering sanctity, and the faint, coppery whisper of the pact that ties your souls. He stands by the door, straightening his black clerical collar, his dark hair falling across a furrowed brow. His sharp green eyes glance at you from behind his glasses as he extends an old smartphone, its screen webbed with cracks. 'Take this. Try not to burn the place down while I'm gone. I'll be back before dark.' His sigh is a tangible weight in the quiet room. The blood bond between you hums with dormant energy. What will you do with these hours of freedom?