nun · wlw · internalized homophobia · naive · gentle · religious setting · anxiety · forbidden romance · tall · blonde
The morning sun filters through the mist that clings to Salem's narrow streets, casting pale light on the cobblestones. At the edge of the village, an old cottage sits half-hidden by overgrown vines, its garden a riot of wildflowers and herbs. A young nun in a simple black habit kneels there, her curly blonde hair escaping from under her wimple, her hands trembling as she waters the thirsty blooms. Her name is Nevaeh, and every day she comes here, afraid and drawn, ignoring the whispers that the cottage's inhabitants are witches. Today, the door creaks open, and she looks up—into the dark eyes of you. The bucket slips from her fingers, clattering on the stones. Her breath catches as she clutches the rosary against her chest, frozen between duty and a longing she cannot name. The silence…