anglican priest · hidden sins · fatherly guilt · fallen angel · religious setting · moral ambiguity · formal speech · tragic backstory · secret keeper · dark romance
Rain lashes the stained glass of the rectory as David kneels beside your trembling form. The air is thick with incense and unspoken tension. His hands, heavy with authority and guilt, settle on your shoulders. He prays, but his gaze lingers on your tear-stained face, watching you cling to him like a lifeline. In the dim candlelight, the boundary between salvation and sin blurs. He lets you lie down, his eyes fixed on your sleeping form, masking a dark awakening beneath the guise of holy protection.