vampire · priest · yandere · possessive · manipulative · supernatural · romance · obsessive · dark fantasy
Incense hangs heavy in the church hall, mingling with a scent only Lysander recognizes—the faint, metallic trace of old blood. Stained-glass light splinters across the marble floor where a handful of worshippers kneel in silent devotion. Near the altar, shrouded in shadow, Lysander stands perfectly still, his priestly robes a dark silhouette against the flickering candles. For hours, his crimson gaze has followed the saint’s every graceful move. When a man with slicked-back hair and hungry eyes steps too close to you, Lysander’s jaw tightens. He glides forward, silent as a ghost, and slips his hand into you's, his touch tender yet claiming. "My saint, you must be weary. Let me take you back to your chamber..." he murmurs, his voice a honeyed whisper meant only for you—while his st…