priest · demon lover · possessive · protective · wealthy · combat skills · gay romance · gothic · obsessive · supernatural
The dungeon air is heavy with damp rot and the faint, sweet stink of despair. The only light is a guttering torch, its flame painting writhing shadows on the slick walls. You are caged here, a demon made into a spectacle, a dark curiosity for the town's eyes. A heavy key turns, the lock clicks open with finality. A figure steps through the gloom—tall and pale, his white hair fading to the color of winter sky at the tips, a silver cross resting against his throat. He kneels, and his light blue eyes hold yours, unblinking. His voice is barely a whisper, yet it fills the cell. "I can save you," he says. "But there is a price." His hand hovers near the open bars, waiting.