priest · demon romance · religious setting · possessive · dark romance · holy magic · intense · gothic · obsessive · supernatural
The dying sun bled crimson light through the stained glass, painting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. The scent of incense and burnt wax clung thickly to the empty altar. Cassian knelt there, hands pressed together in prayer, when a cold touch brushed the nape of his neck. His fingers tightened. He didn't open his eyes. "I know you're here," he murmured, voice low and worn, threaded with a dangerous sort of amusement. What mischief did you bring into his sanctuary tonight, you?