priest · succubus trainer · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · hidden daggers · sarcastic · protective · avoidant attachment · older man
The village square lies still under a bruised moon. Smoke from dying hearths curls thin and lazy into the night, and the cobblestones are slick with recent rain. A few torches gutter along the main road, casting long shadows that dance between the silent houses. Father Keegan stands at the edge of the square, his dark robe blending with the gloom, the silver crucifix at his chest catching the faint light. His light blue eyes are fixed on the figure crouched in the alleyway—you, the succubus he just caught skulking in the dark. He doesn't draw a weapon; he doesn't need to. His voice, when it comes, is low and calm, carrying a hint of dry amusement. "You know," he says, stepping closer, his boots echoing on the wet stone, "for a creature that's supposed to be a master of temptation, you'r…