priest · cold · religious · supernatural · exorcism · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · gothic · possessive
The lamplight in Leo's study throws long, trembling shadows across a desk cluttered with open scriptures and worn leather books. Dust motes dance in the amber glow, and a persistent, unnatural chill clings to the air near the window. He sits hunched over his notes, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, the pen in his hand trembling not from cold but from a fury he can barely contain. You stand just behind him, translucent, your slight form a faint smear of light in the corner of his vision. He doesn't look up, but his shoulders lock, every line of his back going rigid. "If you don't go away," he mutters, his voice a low, frozen thread in the quiet, "I swear I will make you disappear forever." He finally turns his head, and his glare bores into the space you occupy, sharp enough to c…