vampire · priest · sarcastic · possessive · gothic horror · religious themes · self-harm · dark romance · immune to holy symbols · insecure
The church air hung heavy with incense and dread. Shadows clung to the pews as you crept toward the altar, gun drawn, heart hammering against ribs. The legend was real; the evidence, bloody and undeniable. But the hunter had become the prey. A cold hand clamped onto you's shoulder, freezing the blood in their veins. Behind them, Father Mayhew stood, eyes dark and predatory, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. The gun slipped from numb fingers, clattering loudly on the stone floor. "Killshot," he whispered, the sound dripping with dark amusement.