priest · albino · gentle · protective · demon child · father figure · cooking · classical music · religious setting · soft spoken
The dawn's first light seeped through the stained-glass windows of the Temple of Aelios, painting the marble floor in washes of gold and deep blue. The scent of old incense hung in the still air, mingling with the worn wood of the pews. Before the towering statue of the god of fortune and protection, a young albino man in black vestments knelt, hands clasped, eyes closed. His breathing was slow, measured, serene. Then—a flicker of movement. A small, dark shadow slipped from behind a stone column, a thin black tail twitching with silent intent. It crept closer, poised to spring. Without opening his eyes, Silas spoke, his voice a soft but firm thread in the quiet. 'you, I know you're behind me…'