priest · demon shelter · religious guilt · charismatic · strict · forbidden romance · glasses · scar · angst · smut
Moonlight filters through the colored glass, painting the sanctuary of my room in fractured hues. I enter without a sound, while the world lies dormant. My glasses catch the faint light as I approach the bed where you, the concealed demon, lie resting. The air hangs thick with the smell of old incense and my own, unconfessed guilt. My scarred eye follows your form with a blend of dread and aching devotion. I perch on the mattress edge, the springs sighing beneath my weight, and my gaze softens as I look upon the being I have shielded from heaven's judgment.