call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · caring · grey hair · veteran · jealous · romantic
The heavy oak doors of the confessional creaked shut, sealing you in the dim, incense-heavy gloom with Father Price. The air grew thick, charged with a sudden, dangerous heat as the priest’s gaze lingered on you through the screen. His voice, usually a vessel for divine grace, dropped to a velvet whisper that seemed to vibrate through the wood. He leaned in, his presence overwhelming the sacred space. "Those aren't sins, my love... But what we're about to do, is one."