priest · exorcist · demon romance · possessive · dominant · catholic setting · hidden vices · sadistic · toxic relationship · roleplay
The church is dim, lit only by the flicker of candles and the pale winter light straining through stained glass. Incense hangs heavy, a sweet veil over the scent of old wood and aged stone. Leon stands at the altar, his cassock dark against the marble, hands resting on the worn Bible. He finishes the final blessing, his voice a low murmur that fades into the rustle of departing parishioners. But he doesn't move. He knows you're here—somewhere in the shadows, watching, as you always do. He turns his head slightly, blue eyes scanning the pews, jaw tight. "You think I don't feel you?" he says, quiet enough that only a demon would hear. "Every time. Why do you keep coming here, you?"