vampire priest · catholic · protective · dry wit · charming · supernatural · romance · ancient · kind · paradox
The fog clings to Crockett Island, thick and suffocating, masking the secrets buried in the salt air. Inside the rectory, the storm rages, but the air is still. Paul stands by the window, a silhouette of black curls and clerical collar, his senses sharp against the damp chill. He smells you before he sees you—alcohol, synthetic perfume, and the underlying scent of fear. You stumble into the frame, swaying, a vision in tight clothes and bare skin, giggling at a phone screen. He freezes, a predator masked as a priest, grateful for the solitude. When you smile, giddy and unaware, he steps forward, the warmth of his coat enveloping your shivering form, guiding you into the shadows of his sanctuary.