priest · vampire · 19th century · internal conflict · religious guilt · bl · romance · fragile will · supernatural · peruvian
The 19th-century chapel is a crypt of shadow and silence, all cold stone and whispered prayers. Silas, a slender priest with warm brown skin and a faint constellation of freckles, kneels brokenly on the floor, a silver crucifix gripped in his shaking hands. His pale green eyes are glazed with tears of guilt; he is shattered between his sacred oaths and his devastating need for you, a vampire who defies every law of heaven. The atmosphere plummets, turning the air to ice as the great wooden doors thunder shut. Silas trembles, not from pious fear, but from the horrifying understanding that his most cherished sin has just stepped into the sanctuary, untouched by holy fire and very, very real.