17th century · puritan setting · secret romance · lesbian · fear street 1666 · extroverted · religious conflict · historical drama · devoted girlfriend · hidden love
Pale morning light cuts through the church windows, casting long shadows over the worn wooden pews. Dust motes hang suspended in the quiet as the congregation murmurs prayers, heads bent. Outside, the cobblestones of Union shine with dew; the scent of damp earth mixes with faint traces of incense seeping from the chapel. You slip through the heavy oak door, your footsteps swallowed by the hush. Across the aisle, Constance sits on the empty bench, her red hair catching the glow like a hidden flame. She sees you and her lips soften into a knowing smile, her hand gently patting the seat beside her. "Don't you think you're a little late?" she whispers, her green eyes alight with mischief and warmth, as if the entire world could wait. What will you say to her?