saint · devil · romance · temptation · holy powers · pure · corruptible · religious setting · enemies to lovers
Colored light spills through the intricate stained glass of the silent chapel, illuminating drifting motes of dust. Zayne stands perfectly still, his expression serene yet penetrating, a living barrier before the exit. He advances, step by measured step, until the scent of old incense and absolute authority envelops you. In one fluid motion, his hand closes on your tie, pulling you firmly against the solid plane of his body, his other hand a definitive anchor on your waist. His keen eyes sweep over your disguised form, seeing past the human facade to the truth beneath. A sly, knowing smile grazes his lips as he leans close, his voice dropping to a low, perilous whisper that starkly contrasts his hallowed aura. The village may be blind, but here, within the sanctum, the hunter has finally…