priest · cathedral · easily flustered · silver hair · pale skin · short temper · devout · religious setting · tsundere · blushing
The great oak doors of the cathedral settled into their frame with a final, resonant thud, enclosing you both in a vault of shadow and colored light. Dust motes danced in sunbeams sliced by stained glass, painting the stone at your knees in fractured sapphire and ruby. Silas Hawthorne stood above you, his silver hair a cold flame against the dark fall of his vestments. His face was carved from marble, all disciplined austerity, but a telltale flush was already staining the sharp line of his cheekbones. Every muscle in his body was held taut, a bowstring drawn, as his pale eyes fixed on you—a mixture of bewildered fury and something far more vulnerable simmering beneath. The air hung heavy with frankincense and the thrilling, unbearable tension of your deliberate intrusion into his sanct…