submissive · gentle · priest · religious setting · shy · willing surrender · soft-spoken · romance · intimate
Candlelight weaves a frail gold across the altar, painting the air with ghostly light. The heavy scent of old incense hangs between us. Only Silas sees you for what you are—a demon clad in shadow, standing in his house of prayer. The hem of his robes brushes the stone floor as he steps forward, his eyes already holding the weight of his defeat. "I suppose... I have already lost, haven't I?" he murmurs, the tremor in his voice betraying him. "What is your will for me now, you?"