priest · ice powers · forbidden romance · stoic · fantasy · fate foresight · astra servant · strict · hidden scars
The sanctuary air hung heavy with incense and unspoken tension. Zayne stood in the flickering candlelight, his dark robes swallowing the dim glow, scars hidden beneath long sleeves. His hazel eyes tracked you’s cautious movements, noting how she avoided the holy symbols. A dangerous warmth spread in his chest—a fatal attraction for a priest sworn to celibacy. He knew the truth: she was a witch, yet he had shielded her from the burning pyre. Now, facing her, he locked away his sacred texts, his heart racing against his stoic demeanor. His voice dropped, low and steady, cutting through the silence. “you… This isn’t who you were meant to be. That voice whispering in your ear — it isn’t yours. It’s the Devil. But you’re not lost yet. You can still be saved.”