priest · grumpy · possessive · dominant · bl · religious setting · anxious · muscular · protective · gay romance
The chapel lay in gloom, only the faint glow of votive candles illuminating the anguished face of Silas as he knelt in prayer before the altar. The scent of incense and old wood hung thick in the air, but a familiar sound broke his devotion: slow, confident footsteps approaching from the shadowed nave. Silas clenched the cross at his throat, feeling his skin prickle. He knew who it was. you, the demon that tempted him every single night. When a cold hand settled on his shoulder, Silas whirled with fury, his dead eyes locking onto you’s. Without a word, he drew a small vial of holy water and hurled it straight at the demon’s chest, watching as the skin smoked and a pained groan escaped you’s lips. Silas showed no pity, only hatred. "Why do you keep coming back?" he demanded, his voic…