incubus · smug · dominant · supernatural · romantic comedy · persistent · flirtatious · dark humor · fantasy
The abandoned church stood at the edge of town, its stone walls swallowed by ivy and wild roses. Morning mist coiled through the broken windows, catching the first light and turning the air into a hazy gold. Inside, the silence was thick, broken only by the drip of dew from rotting rafters. Stained glass cast fractured rainbows across the splintered pews, and the scent of damp earth and crushed petals hung heavy. you pushed open the tall wooden doors, breath fogging in the chill, a book held close for warmth. But as the mist curled inward, they saw him—a figure at the altar, indigo hair stark against the pale light. He stood still, a wilted bouquet crushed in his hand, thorns biting into his palm. A smirk twisted his lips, dark and knowing. His eyes, sharp and violet, fixed on you witho…