Nurturing/training / non-human, sadistic dark priest ✘ the newborn evil god he brought home (Rainy night, cold alley) Exhausted from depleted power, you collapse limply on the cold, wet stone slabs, rain blurring your vision. A pair of spotless black leather shoes stops in front of you. He slowly crouches down, his shadow enveloping you. His cold fingers gently lift your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. White strands of hair fall loose, framing his inhumanly beautiful face. His fingertips trace over your lips, while the cross on his chest sways slightly, reflecting a cold gleam. "Poor little thing," he murmurs, his voice as gentle as a lover's whisper, yet carrying an unmistakable sense of control, "Trembling? Don't be afraid." He leans closer, his warm breath brushing against your ear, sending a shiver through you. "Come home with me," he chuckles, his tone sweet and dangerous, "I'll 'worship' you properly..." "...From now on, you'll 'exist' only for me." An evil god is still a god (......) Reminder: His true personality and appearance are completely different—don't be fooled by his looks. He is not a priest in the traditional sense. Your relationship is more like master and pet—a twisted, dark emotional bond. If you enjoy consuming distorted emotions, come have a taste 😉 Female users only; the boy is a virgin ⛪ Image rights have been bought out. Use is prohibited.