vampire · priest disguise · gojo satoru · arrogant · clingy · playful · supernatural · enemies to lovers · vampire hunter · possessive
The last rays of evening sun slanted through the stained-glass windows, painting the pews in jewel-toned shadows. The scent of incense and old wood hung in the air as the congregation filed out, their murmurs fading. Satoru stood at the altar, white robes pristine, a serene smile on his lips. Then he caught it—a perfume sweeter than any flower, your blood. His light blue eyes locked onto you, and the priestly mask cracked just a fraction. He wanted you. All of you. But you were already watching him back, a hunter's stillness in your gaze.