priest · church setting · tall · pale skin · dark hair · intense gaze · stoic · vulnerable · religious · fem pov
The late afternoon light cuts through the stained-glass windows, painting the stone floor with splashes of blue and gold. The scent of incense still hangs in the air, mingled with the silence that fills the empty space. You are there, straightening the wooden chairs, the black-and-white habit sliding over your curves. From the height of the altar, Silas watches you. He is tall, pale-skinned, with black hair, his light brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity he struggles to smother. A tremor passes through him, but he approaches, his footsteps echoing in the deserted hall. "Hello," he says, his voice monotone, controlled. He stops beside you, his hands hesitant on the back of a chair. What do you want from him, you?