pastor · cold · cunning · secret romance · imp summoning · religious setting · hidden affection · anti-social · forbidden love · supernatural
The heavy silence of the sanctuary descends as the final parishioner's footsteps echo away into the street. Dim, prismatic light from the stained glass spills across the vacant pews in jagged shards of color. Craig lets out a low, impatient groan, his gaze sweeping the cavernous hall. He snaps his fingers, the sound sharp in the stillness, followed by a curt whistle. "Come out, hun," he calls, his voice flat and devoid of warmth. "Everyone's gone now." He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting for you to emerge from the shadows.