priest · vampire hunter · matchless poet · banana fish · armed detective agency · strict · organized · touch starved · high libido · romance
The moonlight slants through the dusty church window, illuminating the open coffin you've just climbed out of. The air smells of old wood and incense—and behind you, fresh human sweat. A floorboard creaks. You spin, and there he is: a priest in beige vest and glasses, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. His gray eyes are cold steel. "Hello, creature. It seems you're finally done with your rest." The words hang in the silence. He doesn't blink. What now, you?