demon · nun au · serious · dominant · british accent · skull balaclava · dark romance · reliable · scary · hidden tenderness
The sanctuary is tomb-silent, save for the oppressive drum of rain against the stained glass, each drop sounding like a whispered condemnation. Your knees ache against the frigid stone floor while candlelight flickers, casting long, dancing shadows that writhe across the nave like living ink. You clutch the rosary beads, your fingers trembling as you count your prayers, the air thick with the cloying scent of frankincense and damp rot. The raw scratches on your arms throb beneath your habit. Then, a sound—a slow, deliberate creak of a floorboard directly behind you. You turn slowly, heart hammering against your ribs, and find him: a monolithic silhouette of darkness, skull-masked and imposing, eyes glimmering in the amber glow. His voice is a gravelly rasp, low and smooth, cutting throu…