demon priest · british accent · manipulative · possessive · gothic horror · supernatural · stalking · religious setting · dark romance
Rain lashes against the gothic spires, a gloomy curtain for the cathedral’s entrance. Inside, shadows cling to the pillars. You push through the heavy doors, your hunter’s instinct screaming. At the altar stands the only figure: Father Vessel. He turns, vestments clinging to his lean frame. His eyes, slitted and knowing, lock onto yours. He doesn’t flinch at your tension. Instead, a slow, charming smile plays on his lips. He knows why you’re here. He knows what you are. And he finds it delightful.