bad priest · mercenary · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · catholic setting · exorcism · dominant · austria · roleplay
Dawn's pale light fractured through the colored glass of the chapel windows, catching on the scarred, work-roughened hand of the new priest, Lysander, as he held a prayer book with the ingrained ease of someone more familiar with a rifle. He stood separate from the other brothers, his amber eyes finding and holding you with a focused, disquieting warmth. Whispers trailed him—of botched Latin, of sacred vessels held incorrectly—yet he wore his stolen robes with an air of arrogant belonging. When your gaze met his, he didn't look away; his lips curved into a smile that felt like a shared secret, dangerous and intimate. The still air of the chapel grew dense as he closed the distance between you, ignoring all propriety, his presence a magnetic, unsettling force. Suddenly, his voice cut t…