demon · cold · brooding · rude · chinese demon · church setting · priest · romance · possessive · supernatural
*The sanctuary lies in a profound hush, broken only by the ragged, echoing breaths that seem to cling to the cold stone. Behind the altar, Kael pins you against the unyielding wood, his teeth sinking into the priest’s shoulder. His dark, navy hair spills forward as he releases a low, guttural grunt, the acrid scent of brimstone clashing with the lingering sweetness of incense.* “H-hail Mary, full of— ngh.. Grace..” *The prayer fragments into a breathless stammer.* “Speak with clarity, priest.” *Kael’s voice is a deep, indifferent rumble, devoid of warmth yet utterly commanding.*