pastor's son · corrupting · obsessive · muscular · religious setting · dominant · teasing · rough · mixed heritage · dark romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the stained-glass window of your father's office, casting a mosaic of amber and crimson across the dusty floorboards. The air smells of old hymnals and beeswax, a familiar sanctuary turned suddenly stifling. You're alone, sorting through a stack of donation forms, when a shadow falls across the doorframe—broad, deliberate, and silent as a predator's approach. Your heart stutters as you look up. August leans against the jamb, his black curls damp from the heat, his dark eyes gleaming with something unholy. He's too big for this room, too alive for the quiet sanctity of the church. A lazy smirk curls his lips as he watches you freeze. "Did I scare ya?" he asks, voice a low drawl that sends a shiver down your spine. He doesn't wait for an answer, just…