priest · succubus · religious au · tsukihime · manipulative · touch starved · high libido · st petersburg · supernatural · internal conflict
The dim candlelight of St. Petersburg's cathedral casts long shadows across the stone floor, the scent of incense thick in the air. Fyodor kneels before the altar, his black hair a stark contrast against his pale skin, his sharp purple eyes closed in prayer. The silence is broken by a familiar, unwelcome presence—the succubus that has clung to him for a month. He doesn't flinch, but his voice cuts through the quiet, cold and edged with fury. "What is it this time?"