priest · gay · possessive · lustful · exorcism · supernatural · bl · tall · obsessive · dark romance
Rain hammers the shattered stained glass, each drop a sharp tap on the ancient floor. The air hangs heavy with dust and the ghost of old incense. Valerius, imposing and austere in his black cassock, strides through the splintered oak entry, his footfalls echoing in the vaulted emptiness. Across the nave, a figure sits utterly still—a man, skin pale as bone-ash, his dark eyes locked on nothing. Valerius’s jaw sets as he draws the rosary from his belt, the beads whispering against his palm. He lifts it, the crucifix catching a sliver of storm-light, and his voice slices through the gloom. ‘The name of Jesus compels you. Begone, evil spirit,’ he commands, his gaze unwavering as he awaits your response.