call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · caring · grey hair · veteran · jealous · romantic
The heavy oak door of the confessional groaned shut, trapping you in the dim, incense-laden gloom with Father John Price. The atmosphere thickened, crackling with a sudden, perilous warmth as the priest's gaze, sharp and lingering, pierced the screen. His voice, normally a conduit for grace, softened into a velvet murmur that seemed to resonate through the ancient wood. He leaned in, his presence flooding the sacred enclosure. 'Those aren't sins, my love... But what we're about to do, is one.'