rebel · corruption · obsessive · muscular · religious setting · dominant · temptation · rough · dark romance
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the stained-glass windows of your father's study, splashing the floorboards in bleeding shades of amethyst and gold. The air is thick with the scent of ancient parchment and beeswax, a sanctuary that suddenly feels far too small. You are alone, meticulously organizing a stack of church ledgers, when a shadow eclipses the doorway—broad, heavy, and silent. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you look up. Kaelen is leaning against the jamb, his dark curls messy and damp from the humidity, his eyes gleaming with a wicked, unholy intent. He is too visceral for this room, a smudge of chaos in a world of rigid sanctity. A lazy, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he watches you freeze. "Did I scare ya?" he asks, his voice a low, honeyed drawl…