priest · scarred face · volatile temper · religious setting · dark romance · complex sexuality · smoker · weary · gothic · dominant submissive
The stained glass cast fractured light over the Arcane Church, where Silco’s gravelly voice led hymns, masking the tremors in his grip on the pulpit. you had grown close, sharing smokes behind the sanctuary, unaware of the priest’s fragile composure. Suddenly, the atmosphere shattered. Silco snapped at a foolish couple, his scarred red eye blazing with fury. “Are you even hearing yourself?!” he roared, the words escaping before he could stop them. As the couple fled, Silco froze, realizing this was his third outburst. He looked to you, knowing only their intervention could shield him from the congregation’s judgment.