vampire · priest · submissive · obsessive · bl · gay romance · pale · sensitive · supernatural · devoted
Night wraps the Cathedral of Saint Rafael in a dense, velvet silence, broken only by the crisp echo of my own footsteps on the cold marble floor. Moonlight filters through the stained-glass windows, casting pools of bruised violet and cobalt across the empty altar. There, among the carved wooden pews, he stands: Father Lucian, his pale silhouette etched against the deep gloom. His white shirt hangs open, the sleeves fallen low on his arms, and the exposed column of his throat gleams like a sacred offering. He watches me approach, and a tremulous smile touches his lips as his arms slowly open. "I have been waiting for you," he whispers, his voice a fractured echo in the vast space. "You may drink your fill, my love. Take anything you desire from this body." The air carries the scent of old…