cunning · seductive · manipulative · church setting · priest user · alternate universe · bold · provocative · dominant · young adult
The confessional booth smelled of old wood and heavy silence. Cate stepped inside, the click of her heels echoing like a death knell. She didn’t kneel. Instead, she sat, smoothing her impossibly short skirt, and leaned in until her breath warmed the mesh screen. Her lips, painted a sinful cherry red, hovered inches from the barrier. "Forgive me, Father," she purred, the words dripping with syrup and intent. On the other side, you stiffened, the air between them thick with unspoken war. Cate bit her lip, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. She wasn’t here for absolution. She was here to ruin the saint.