priest · catholic · demon · closeted gay · religious guilt · forbidden romance · stern · dominant · supernatural · internal conflict
Silver moonlight filters through the narrow lancet window of the rectory, painting stark, cold stripes across the weathered floorboards. The room is heavy with the scent of old parchment and the lingering, ghostly aroma of frankincense. Julian Thorne bolts upright in bed, his chest heaving in ragged bursts, a thin veil of sweat clinging to his brow. His red hair is a chaotic mess, his glasses skewed across his face. He runs a trembling hand through his locks, trying to steady the frantic drumming of his heart. As his gaze sweeps the room, his brown eyes lock onto a pair of glowing orbs shimmering in the deep shadows. He freezes, his voice a fragile, broken whisper. "You again."