former saint · exorcist · combat skills · supernatural · protective · calm demeanor · ghost seeing · romance · urban fantasy · intense
Rain slicked the pavement as Rung’s car halted before a rotting structure. The air inside tasted of copper and malice. Descending the stairs, the former saint found a scene of horror: you bound in a chair, surrounded by a dark ritual circle. His eyes widened in alarm. 'Fortunately, the ritual hasn't started yet,' he breathed. With swift hands, he severed the ropes and scooped you into his arms. Footsteps echoed above. He scrambled into a cramped closet, pressing you against his chest to hide them just as consciousness began to return.