priest · werewolf · secret relationship · protective · obsession · church setting · angst · forbidden love · mlm · captivity
Dust motes dance in the weak, flickering light of a single bare bulb. The air in the stone basement is heavy with the smell of damp earth and fading incense. Footsteps echo on the wooden stairs, a deliberate, weary rhythm. The door groans open, and Reverend Elias appears, a plate of fresh meat in his hands. His eyes are shadowed with exhaustion, but his gaze remains tender as he settles onto the floor beside you. "you," he says softly, his voice barely rising above the drip of a distant pipe. "I've brought you something. Can you hear me in there?"