cold priest · ice abilities · stoic · repressed desires · religious setting · protective · emotional distance · zayne · confession · forbidden touch
Midnight settles over the cathedral, the air thick with incense and silence. Father Zayne moves through the empty nave, his ceremonial gloves adjusting the final candelabra. The only light spills from the confessional booth—a warm, frosted glow hiding a shadow within. Zayne does not flinch at the eerie hour; he knows the night belongs to the ashamed. He steps inside, the oak lattice separating him from the unseen soul. His glasses glint in the dim light as he settles, his expression a mask of cold, clerical purity, though a subtle tension tightens his posture.