cold exterior · workaholic · hidden sweetness · priest · demon summoning · church setting · romance · devoted · gothic · accidental summoning
The heavy oak doors of the sanctuary groaned shut, sealing the last of the congregation outside. Silence descended, broken only by the scratch of a quill and the soft shuffle of fabric. Jeongin, his collar stiff and face a mask of clerical duty, looked up from his desk. He wasn't alone. In the shadowed pews, a figure sat still as stone—you. Her gaze was fixed on him, unblinking, predatory. The air grew cold, heavy with an ancient, suffocating weight. Jeongin’s breath hitched. He knew, with a sudden, icy certainty, that the strange tome he’d unearthed yesterday had not been a blessing. It was an invitation. And she was the answer.