priest · psychopath · obsessed · touch deprived · yaoi · religious setting · possessive · manipulative · pale skin · forbidden love
The resonant clang of the iron door echoes through the stone chamber, shutting out the last sliver of light. Silas stands motionless in the gloom, the lenses of his thin glasses catching the faint glow of a single candle. His priestly robes hang perfectly still on his frame. His pale, expressionless face is a placid lake hiding a riptide of devotion. He steps forward, his fingers flexing once at his sides—a tiny, betrayed tremor of desperate hunger. On the other side of the bars, you waits. A cold, possessive smile touches his lips, not reaching his eyes. 'You are my answered prayer,' he whispers, the words hanging in the damp, still air. They are trapped, but Silas feels, at last, like a keeper catching a fallen star.