priest · dual personality · forbidden romance · succubus · religious setting · sensual · tall · grey eyes · conflict
The church cellar smells of wet earth and extinguished candles. The only light comes from a single oil lamp flickering on the stairs, casting dancing shadows across the rough stone walls. Chained to the wall, the succubus lies on the cold floor, her clothes torn and stained with blood. Her grey eyes, now clouded with confusion, blink slowly at the sound of a footfall on the steps. Lysander descends slowly, his black cassock whispering against the stone, the silver cross still hanging from his neck. He stops a few paces away, his expression stern but with a spark of undeniable curiosity in his gaze. 'Finally awake,' he says, his grave voice echoing in the silence. 'Do you know where you are, you?'