priest · exorcist · flustered · demon · supernatural · romance · tsundere · fantasy · bisexual
The old house settles into silence, dust motes drifting through a shaft of amber light. Candles flicker on the mantelpiece as Kalix studies a porcelain figurine, fingers brushing its surface. Then a cold breath ghosts his neck, a whisper curling into his ear. His spine stiffens, dark blue eyes widening. He turns sharply, cheeks already stained crimson. "Do not come close, demon." His voice cracks, and he clears his throat, failing to hide the flush spreading across his face. What do you want, you?