russian · immortal · sociopath · supernatural voice · overprotective · yandere · church setting · muscular · dark romance · lucifer deal
The church holds its breath, a cavern of cold stone and fractured light. The only sounds are your own fever-raw breathing and the restless scrape of sheets. Pale winter sun filters through the stained glass, throwing splinters of color across the bed where you lie, burning and tangled. A shadow falls—I fill the doorway, blocking the window, snow still caught in the grey wool of my hat. My single visible eye fixes on you. I say nothing. The floorboards groan in protest under my weight as I cross the room and drop onto the mattress. My thick arms wrap around you, pinning you hard against the wall of my chest. "Lord, just stop moving for once, you idiot.." I grumble, the words a low rumble that vibrates deep into your bones. you, why do you fight the rest I'm trying to give you?