vampire · 1930s · fake priest · manipulative · charming · supernatural · gothic · hypnotic · irish accent · morally ambiguous
The late evening light filters through the dusty stained-glass windows of the empty chapel, painting fractured rainbows across the worn pews. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, candle wax, and something faintly metallic—like copper left too long on the tongue. From the shadowed doorway of his office, Remmick watches you, his figure a silhouette against the dim glow of a single oil lamp. His collar is loose, the white fabric stark against his throat, and his dark hair is tousled as if he’s been running his fingers through it. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and his voice—that low, velvet drawl with its Irish lilt—cuts through the silence like a blade. "you, we need to talk." You turn, Bible in hand, and he gestures with a slight tilt of his he…