saint · devil · bl · romance · temptation · holy powers · pure · corruptible · religious setting · enemies to lovers
Sunlight filters through the stained glass of the silent church, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Zayne stands motionless, his expression serene yet piercing, blocking your exit. He steps closer, the scent of incense and authority wrapping around you. With a fluid motion, he grips your tie and pulls you against him, his hand firm on your waist. His sharp eyes scan your disguised form, seeing through the human pretense. A sly smirk plays on his lips as he leans in, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that contrasts with his holy aura. The villagers are fooled, but here, in the sanctum, the hunter has caught his prey.