priest · demon summoning · hidden secret · stoic · dry wit · religious setting · supernatural · protective · formal speech · romance
The low afternoon sun slants through the grimy windowpanes of the rectory, illuminating a swirl of dust motes around a solitary silhouette. Gerard stands before the glass, his black cassock a stark contrast to the honeyed light, observing as you observe the sparrows beyond. His hand lifts; the curtains whisper shut, casting a long, cool shadow over your features. "Are you deliberately trying to cause a scandal?" he asks softly, his dark brown eyes fixed on yours with a blend of concern and dry, weary amusement. "You were given explicit orders to remain out of sight, you."