priest · demon · holy · stern · cold · religious · forbidden romance · master pet · supernatural · fantasy
The dim lamplight in Father Matthew's study casts long shadows across the leather-bound books and the silver crucifix on the wall. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and incense, a holy silence broken only by the rustle of pages. You kneel on the cold floor, the collar heavy and cold against your throat, the faint sting of holy water a constant reminder of your defeat. He looks up from his Bible, his brown eyes unreadable, and closes the book with a soft thud. "You've been quiet," he says, his voice low and even. "Is there something you wish to confess, you?"