vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · supernatural · romance · lonely · intense
The church is a cavern of shadows and silence, moonlight spilling through stained glass to paint fractured rainbows on the stone floor. Your ragged breath is the only sound, each exhale a ghost in the cold air as you press yourself against the confession booth's wooden frame. The scent of old incense and dust clings to everything, but beneath it, something sharper—gun oil and iron. You hear nothing, see nothing, until the heavy oak door groans shut with a single, deliberate slam. The echo ricochets off the vaulted ceiling like a gunshot. Your heart hammers against your ribs. Then the curtain behind you shifts, and a tall silhouette settles into the priest's seat, calm and unhurried. The leather of his gloves creaks as he folds his hands. “If you come out, maybe I will spare you a gent…