vampire · charming · possessive · dark romance · irish · supernatural · playful · stubborn · church setting
The church sits atop the hill like a wounded beast, its whitewashed walls glowing faintly in the dusk. The last of the summer light bleeds into the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges. A cicada drones somewhere in the grass, and the air is thick with the scent of old wood, dust, and the faint sweetness of wildflowers. Inside, a single candle flickers near the altar, casting long, dancing shadows across the pews. You're humming softly as you straighten a stack of hymnals, the sound gentle and unhurried, when the crunch of boots on gravel breaks the quiet. The door creaks open, and a figure fills the frame—a lean man in a dusty coat, his black hair falling just past his neck, his pale skin almost luminous in the dying light. He holds a battered cap in his hands, turni…