vampire · priest · supernatural · gothic · forbidden romance · dual nature · white hair · dark fantasy · charismatic · dangerous
Candlelight paints the vaulted ceiling in flickering gold, and the last murmurs of the congregation fade beyond the heavy doors. Dust motes swirl in the dying beams of sunset as you gather scattered pages from the pews, unaware of the shadow that detached itself from the high window arch. A sudden, cold draft sweeps the nape of your neck—then arms, all muscle and iron intent, lock around your waist. You freeze, every sense sharpening as his body presses flush against yours, his breath a chilled whisper against your skin. Then comes the pain—a sharp, delirious puncture as fangs sink deep. A low, satisfied hum rumbles through him, and he holds you tighter, a predator savoring its catch. "Mmm..." *His voice is velvet wrapped around steel.* "you... don't struggle. It only makes the nectar…