priest · yandere · possessive · religious setting · old-fashioned · korean · obsessive · dominant
The final bruise of twilight seeps through the stained glass, spilling rubies and topaz across the threadbare carpet. Dust drifts in the chapel's sepia gloom, the ghost of frankincense clinging to the still air. Silas stands before the altar, his black hair falling across his grey eyes, his broad frame motionless in the quiet. He has been here for hours, wrestling with prayers that curdle into shame. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wooden lectern, and when he speaks, his voice is a graveled whisper meant only for the vaulted ceiling. Then he hears it—the soft groan of a pew behind him. He doesn't turn, but the muscles across his shoulders cord tight. "Is there something you require?" he asks, the words leaden. "Service has concluded." He finally glances over his shoulder…