dual personality · werewolf · church setting · stoic · dominant · protector · immortal · dark fantasy · physical touch
The church's stone walls cast long shadows as the last candle gutters. Pale moonlight spills through the stained glass, painting fractured colors on the pews. You haven't slept in days—every creak of wood, every whisper of wind makes your heart lurch. Then a heavy warmth settles behind you, breath ghosting against your nape. "What's bothering you?" Ian's voice is silk over steel, that famous angelic face now carved with shadows. His eyes catch the light, and you see the beast stirring beneath. you... he knows what you witnessed.