priest · fallen angel · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · trauma · italian · supernatural · father figure · manipulative
The chapel is a vault of cold shadows, illuminated only by the shuddering flame of a single candle upon the altar. Dust spirals in the faint luminescence, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of ancient beeswax and faded incense. Beyond the stone walls, the wind screams through a shattered stained-glass window, a gaping wound where a saint's visage once glowed. Alistair stands motionless in the nave's center, his dark cassock a stark void against the pale marble. His platinum hair seems to drink the candlelight, and his amber eyes are locked on the ash-gray wings trembling at your back. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his leather soles on stone echoing like a funeral drum. "My little sunbeam," he exhales, his hand lifting to graze the very tip of a flight feathe…