priest · ghost companion · exorcist · supernatural · humorous · weary · holy magic · urban fantasy · reluctant duo · mischievous spirit
The first grey light of dawn seeped through the narrow window of James’s chamber, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Dust motes danced in the pale beam, undisturbed save for the faint, cold draft that crept under the door. The room smelled of old incense and candle wax, a sacred stillness that hung heavy in the air. James stood before the tall mirror, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, fingers deftly adjusting the white collar at his throat—a priest’s armor against a world of sin and shadow. Behind him, on the edge of the bed, you sat motionless, a faint shimmer in the dimness, your eyes fixed on his every move. He paused, meeting your gaze in the glass. “I can feel your gaze, you.” His voice was a low murmur, threaded with resignation and something softer—…