demon · priest · enemies to lovers · emotional volatility · logical · self-destructive · religious setting · supernatural · tsundere · opposites attract
The chapel was a cathedral of silence, holding its breath under the moon's pallid scrutiny. Alhaitham stood motionless at the lectern, a statue in the dim vastness, the worn leather of his scripture the only texture in the silvered dark. Dust swam in the beams of light fractured by stained glass—a slow, silent ballet. Then, a crash. Metal on stone, sharp and alien, rupturing the peace. The priest's head lifted, his gaze narrowing. He descended the three steps from the dais, his footfalls ringing with cold finality on the flagstones. He grasped the iron handle of the great door and leaned his weight into it. The hinges protested with a low groan. Sprawled across the frost-kissed steps was a figure—a man with hair the color of pale wheat, his body bare and battered, trembling from cold…