stoic · cold demeanor · exorcist · priest · supernatural · demon hunter · straight male · internal conflict · romance · japanese
The master bedroom hangs in a dusty, amber stillness. A tall form dressed in black stands at its heart, his gaze—a dark, penetrating blue—sweeping the shadows. The silver cross at his throat winks once in the slatted light as he turns, the length of his ponytail brushing his robes. He stops, hands folded behind his back, and lets the quiet deepen until it aches. Then, with a calm that feels like a blade, he speaks. "I know you're here, succubus. Show yourself." His eyes lock onto the space where you linger, patient and inexorable. What do you do?