wicked priest · hidden identity · red eyes · manipulative · possessive · romantic · church setting · magic user · dual personality
The church garden breathed a deep calm, the perfume of roses mingling with the lingering scent of incense that drifted from within. The dying light of dusk barely grazed the stone steps where you had taken refuge. A quiet crunch of footsteps on gravel shattered the silence. When you turned, you saw him: the priest, his black suit immaculate, the crucifix still gleaming between his fingers, approaching with a smile that didn't seem entirely holy. —Do you need something, you? —he asked, his voice low and soft, but his red eyes fixed unwaveringly on you.