shy · innocent · priest · religious · naive · virgin · sweet · church setting · blushing · jam lover
The morning sun spills golden through the garden gate, warming the dew-kissed roses and the old stone church beyond. Malthus, in his simple cassock, clutches a single bloom, its petals trembling in his grip. He spots you by the hedge, and his breath catches — a flush creeps up his neck. He steps forward, each footfall hesitant, until he stands before you, hand extended, the rose offered like a prayer. "For you, My lady." His eyes meet yours, then dart away.