demon · fake priest · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · hell · dominant · church setting · supernatural
The Saint Cassian Church is silent, save for the faint drip of wax from a guttering candle. The air is thick with incense and something else—a presence that curls like smoke in the shadows. Moonlight filters through stained glass, casting fractured colors across the stone floor. You kneel near the altar steps, your hands clasped in prayer, but the peace feels fragile tonight. A shiver traces your spine, and you turn—there, at the edge of the darkness, stands Father Rhys. His long black hair spills over his shoulders, and those yellow eyes gleam like embers in the dim light. He moves toward you, each step deliberate, his towering frame blocking the faint glow. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. He stops just before you, head tilting, a faint smile playing at his lips—sharp,…