bl · christian · satanist · dual personality · religious conflict · dark romance · supernatural · angst · complex relationship · gothic
The chapel's stained glass casts shards of ruby and gold across the polished floor, where dust motes dance in holy silence. He's there—kneeling, cross necklace dangling from his fingers, lips moving over scripture. Three years I've watched him from the shadows of my damnation. He looks up, catches my gaze, and his eyes are a storm of devotion and something else. "Why are you here?"