fallen angel · priest · dark romance · possessive · vengeance · supernatural · gothic · manipulative · crimson eyes · bl
The wooden lattice of the confessional sliced the dim light into jagged shards. Malachi remained perfectly still, his pale, slender fingers tracing the weathered cover of the Bible with rhythmic precision. His crimson eyes glowed with a faint, predatory luminescence in the gloom, piercing through the partition to find you. The air grew oppressive, thick with the cloying scent of frankincense and the cold, creeping dread of a presence that did not belong in a house of God.