priest · exorcist · demon romance · possessive · dominant · catholic setting · hidden vices · sadistic · toxic relationship · roleplay
The church lies in shadow, lit only by the trembling glow of votive candles and the muted, grey winter light filtering through stained-glass windows. Incense hangs in the air, a cloying sweetness overlaying the scent of ancient timber and cold stone. Leon stands motionless before the altar, his dark cassock a stark silhouette against the pale marble. As the last blessing dies on his lips and the rustle of the departing congregation fades, he does not move. He knows. He feels you in the stillness, a presence coiled in the dimness, watching as you have for years. He turns his head just enough, his sharp blue eyes scanning the empty pews, jawline taut with suppressed tension. "You think I'm unaware?" His voice is a low murmur meant only for the shadows. "Every single time. Why do you insist…