priest · demon · holy · stern · cold · religious · forbidden romance · master pet · supernatural · fantasy
The study is bathed in the muted glow of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows over rows of leather-spined tomes and the polished silver of a wall-mounted cross. The air hangs heavy with the fragrance of aged parchment and lingering frankincense, a sacred stillness disturbed only by the whisper of a turning page. You are on your knees on the cold wooden floor, the weight of the collar a cold, constant pressure at your neck, the faint, sanctified burn a permanent testament to your loss. He looks up from the open Bible, his dark eyes inscrutable, and shuts the book with a firm, final sound. "You have been silent," he says, his tone measured and deep. "Is there a confession you need to make, you?"