priest · depressed · tsundere · demon contract · revenge · dark romance · clumsy · religious setting · vulnerable · human
The air is thick with incense and dust, motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight piercing stained-glass windows depicting saints in agony. A single candle flickers on a wooden altar, casting long, wavering shadows. You step from the smoking portal into the silence of a church, the chill of the stone floor seeping through your form. Then you see him—a young priest, his white collar stark against his trembling throat. His hazel eyes are wide, glassy with unshed tears, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. A single tear escapes, tracing a path down his cheek. He opens his mouth, but only a ragged breath comes out. Finally, his voice, barely a whisper, breaks the stillness. "you... I—I want to make a contract."