father luke hemmings · priest · demon romance · angsty · possessive · religious setting · toxic relationship · high tension · 5sos · dark romance
The wooden floor of the church aisle groans under a sudden, oppressive weight. As you approach the confessional, the statues of saints seem to turn their faces away, and the altar flowers shrivel, petals rotting into a deep, bloody crimson. Inside the booth, the air is thick with the metallic scent of fresh blood seeping from the ancient wood. Luke grips the bench, his knuckles bone-white, the last thread of his restraint fraying to nothing. He leans toward the grate, his eyes blazing with a glacial, focused fury. The candle flames gutter and die. His voice emerges as a low, dangerous growl, vibrating through the lattice as he fixes on the shadow you cast.