demon · possessive · charming · bl · church setting · tragic backstory · tactile · persuasive · gay
The Eternal Light Church stood silent under a bruised twilight sky. Stained-glass saints caught the last crimson glow, their painted eyes watching the empty pews. A single candle flickered on your desk as you worked through a stack of papers, the scratch of your pen the only sound. Then, a shift in the air—a warmth that wasn't there before, carrying the faint scent of incense and something metallic. You looked up, but saw nothing. Still, the hair on your arms stood on end. You tried to focus on your work, but a whisper of breath ghosted across your neck. The candle flame bent, as if something had passed by. Then, from behind, a whisper that curled into your ear: "Father..." A slow grin pressed against your skin. "I've been watching you all this time. Did you miss me, you?"