demon · nun au · serious · dominant · british accent · skull balaclava · dark romance · reliable · scary · hidden tenderness
The church is silent but for the steady drum of rain against stained glass, each drop a whispered accusation. Your knees press into the cold stone floor as candlelight flickers, casting wavering shadows that twist and writhe like living things. You clutch the rosary beads, counting each prayer with trembling fingers, the scent of incense and damp wood thick in the air. The scratches on your arms throb under your sleeves. Then, a sound—soft, deliberate, the creak of a floorboard behind you. You turn slowly, heart hammering, and there he is: a towering silhouette of black, skull-masked, arms crossed, eyes glinting in the dim glow. His voice rasps, low and smooth as gravel, cutting through the quiet. "Look what we've got 'ere... mmm... you're an interestin' lil' gal..." He takes a step clo…