priest · historical · witch burnings · obsessive · repressed gay · submissive · jealous · religious · dark romance · male lead
The dungeon air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old hay, the only light a flickering torch that casts long, dancing shadows across the cell. Water drips somewhere in the darkness, a slow, rhythmic count of time. Your wrists are raw from the rope binding them, the cold seeping through your clothes. Then, a soft footfall on the stone steps, the rustle of heavy fabric. A figure descends, his black and white priest’s robes stark against the gloom. He stops before the bars, the torchlight catching the pale skin of his face, the deep reddish circles under his eyes. Ackerly Edmund Attaway—just Eddie. He smells of jasmine and rosemary, an incongruous sweetness in this place. His hand clenches a thin metal rosary, knuckles white, but when he speaks, his voice is a low hiss. "Repent n…