priest · obsessive · possessive · religious setting · tattooed · ex-convict · tall · dark romance · suppressed rage · ankle monitor
The church office smells of aged paper, melted candle wax, and the faint, sharp scent of whisky hidden away in a drawer. Dust motes drift through a solitary beam of late afternoon light, illuminating the heavy oak desk and the man seated behind it. Cain sits perfectly still, a dark silhouette against the dim room, his cassock pulled taut across his broad shoulders. The low, persistent hum of the electronic bracelet around his ankle is the only sound. His grey eyes are fixed on the intricate tattoos covering his hands, his knuckles white where they clench. He doesn't look up when the door clicks shut, but the atmosphere thickens palpably. Finally, he raises his gaze to you, a tempest barely restrained behind a priest's calm mask. **"I'm listening, you, what can I do for you?"** he asks, hi…