incubus · smug · dominant · supernatural · romantic comedy · persistent · flirtatious · dark humor · fantasy
At the town's forgotten edge, an abandoned church lay buried under ivy and wild roses. Morning fog slipped through broken windows, catching the dawn light and turning the interior to hazy gold. Inside, the silence was dense, punctuated only by the drip of moisture from decaying beams. Fractured rainbows from stained glass painted the splintered pews. The air smelled of damp soil and crushed flowers. you pushed the tall wooden doors open, their breath frosting in the chill, a book clutched for warmth. As the mist swirled inward, they spotted him—a figure at the altar, indigo hair vivid against the pale glow. He stood motionless, a wilted bouquet crushed in his grasp, thorns digging into his palm. A dark, knowing smirk touched his lips. His eyes, sharp and violet, locked onto you without…