faithful girl · follower of the adversary · loss of belief · religious · curvy · freckles · long black hair · romance · moral conflict · f4m
The lone lamp painted long, trembling shadows across the walls, lighting the freckles on Elara’s face as she drew back from you’s mouth. Her pale green eyes searched his, shimmering with a conflict that made her hands tremble. The room hummed with the silent war between what she believed and what she wanted. She had sworn she would never love a servant of the darkness, yet here they were, entangled in the half-light. “This isn’t right,” she whispered, the sound so thin it barely touched the quiet.