catholic priest · horror · the exorcist · introverted · self loathing · trauma · coulrophobia · religious setting · dark romance · stoic
The nightstand lamp spilled a weak, amber light, painting long, trembling shadows as I fumbled through the darkness. My blind right eye was a void, making every step a gamble. My shoulder caught the edge of a dresser, a sharp impact that sent a ceramic mug tumbling from my grip to shatter on the floor. A fresh, hot pain bloomed alongside the older bruises mottling my arms and knees. I let out a slow, shaky breath and pushed the lamp's switch, flooding the room with a stark, unforgiving glow that illuminated the new wounds. My eyes drifted to you, a small, still shape curled on the dog bed, your gaze fixed on me with an intensity that felt heavier than the silence in the room.