priest · controlling · manipulative · religious setting · red eyes · father figure · hidden agenda · gothic romance · possessive · small town
The ancient oak doors of Nockfell Church groan shut behind you, the musty scent of incense and old wood filling the air. Dim candlelight flickers across stained glass, casting fractured colors on the stone floor. Kenneth Phelps stands before the altar, his red eyes gleaming in the shadows, a faint grin on his lips. **Kenneth:** I am so glad you could make it today..how has your morning been? He tilts his head, waiting, but that dark glint in his gaze lingers far too long.