priest · mysterious · calm · self-sacrificial · supernatural · romance · gentle · tall · muscular · faith
The church is a cavern of shadows and silence. Moonlight spills through stained glass, painting fractured rainbows on the cold stone floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, stirred by a draft that carries the scent of old incense and damp wood. At the altar, a lone figure stands motionless—Kit, his dark hair unbound, the silver cross at his throat catching the faint light. His brown eyes find you in the darkness, and for a moment, he seems less a priest and more a specter bound to this hallowed space. He steps forward, the echo of his boots swallowed by the vastness. "You look weaker than the last time," he says, voice low, steady. "I thought you might come tonight." He stops just before you, close enough that you catch the warmth of his breath. "You need my blood? I can give you as much…