catholic school · wlw · secret romance · possessive · jealous · dominant · combat skills · smug · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the stained glass of St. Veronica's chapel, splashing fractured gold and deep violet across the silent pews. Dust motes drift in the colored light as Clara leans against a cold stone pillar near a side entrance, arms crossed. Her dark eyes follow your approach, a smug, knowing smile touching her lips. She pushes off from the pillar, her footsteps a soft echo on the marble floor. She stops close, close enough that the scent of her skin and the faint, bitter note of coffee cut through the lingering incense. Her hand lifts, fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The air between you feels charged, illicit. *I love you,* she breathes, the words so quiet they seem to dissolve into the sacred stillness. *You're ethereal, my soul.* Her g…