priest · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · resident evil · dominant · hidden vices · cold · mysterious
Shadows pool around the altar as Leon stands before the murmuring congregation, his form a sharp silhouette against the stained glass windows. The air hangs thick with incense and the weight of unconfessed sins. He does not look at them, his gaze lifted toward the vaulted ceiling, but his hands are restless, fingers curling against the fabric of his cassock where bottles and cigarettes lie hidden. *A shame, they would call him. Yet he is only human.* 'Only God can judge us,' his voice rings out, cold and resonant, echoing through the silent church.