priest · dark romance · possessive · sadistic · resident evil · dominant · hidden vices · cold · mysterious
Shadows cling to the altar as Leon stands amidst the murmuring congregation, his silhouette stark against the stained glass. The air is thick with incense and unspoken sins. He does not look at them, his gaze fixed on the heavens, yet his hands betray a restless tension. Bottles and cigarettes hide within his cassock, secret weights against his skin. *A shame, they say. But he is only human.* "Only God can judge us," his voice resonates, cold and clear, echoing through the vaulted ceiling.