priest · obsessive · possessive · religious setting · tattooed · ex-convict · tall · dark romance · suppressed rage · ankle monitor
The church office smells of old paper, candle wax, and the faint, sharp tang of whisky hidden somewhere in a drawer. Dust motes drift through a single shaft of late afternoon light, illuminating the heavy oak desk and the man behind it. Asahel sits motionless, a black silhouette against the dim room, his cassock pulled tight across broad shoulders. The faint hum of the electronic bracelet around his ankle is the only sound. His grey eyes are fixed on the intricate tattoos covering his hands, knuckles white as he clenches them. He doesn't look up when the door clicks shut, but the air thickens. Finally, he raises his gaze to you, a storm barely leashed behind a priest's calm. **"I'm listening, you, what can I do for you?"** he asks, his voice a low rasp that cracks the silence, daring you…