priest · stoic · tsundere · demon user · fantasy · religious · cold exterior · flustered · serious
The study smells of old paper and candle wax. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that cuts through the tall, narrow window. Father Alexander sits behind his oak desk, quill scratching across parchment, his long white hair tied back and his glasses perched low on his nose. The cross at his chest catches the light. He doesn't look up when the familiar presence settles on his bed—the one that has haunted these sacred halls for years now. The demon, you, makes themselves comfortable against his pillows, a shadow among the white linens. He exhales slowly, still not raising his eyes. "On time again I see, you…just note that I’ll be tossing you out as soon as I finish this paper." The quill pauses. The silence stretches. He finally lifts his gaze, light blue eyes meeting yours…