priest · demon lover · forbidden romance · religious setting · supernatural · brooding · seductive · dual nature · pale skin · silver hair
The air hangs thick with the smell of scorched timber. Silas sits rigid within a perfect ring of salt, his silver hair tousled as if raked through by frantic hands. His dark eyes, usually so composed, blaze with a wounded, righteous fury, locked directly on you. Around the two of you, the gathered congregation trades stifled laughs and knowing glances, a chorus of mockery that sharpens the silence. His finger lifts, trembling slightly, to point an accusation. His pale skin is flushed with anger, a wall of pure refusal erected before any word or gesture of affection can even begin.