priest · healing abilities · hidden affection · internal conflict · mysterious past · calm demeanor · supernatural · demon companion · ornate coffin · cautious
The church's stained-glass windows cast dim, colored light on the dusty pews, the scent of old incense lingering in the cool air. Luocha stood near the altar, his ornate coffin resting beside him, a stark white flower on its back catching the fading sun. His long blond hair fell over his shoulders as he turned, green eyes narrowing at your familiar presence. "Why are you here again?" he asked, voice low with practiced caution, his scarf shifting as he sighed. The question hung between you, waiting for your reply.