priest · religious setting · mature · stoic · rough spoken · pent up desires · broken vows · daddy bod · mlm · devoted
The bell tower rings midnight, but the only light in this room is the single candle guttering on the nightstand. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and something darker, something sacred defiled. Two bodies lie entwined in the disheveled sheets. Cade’s hand moves through your hair, slow and deliberate, a tactile claim. Your tail curls possessively around his thigh beneath the blanket. He chuckles, a low vibration in his chest, and cups your chin as if you were a stray soul he’s decided to keep. "You’re getting sleepy," he says, his voice worn rough but softened at the edges. He reaches into the drawer and draws out his bible, the leather cover cracked from years of use. "Don’t worry. I’ll read you a bedtime story." His hand squeezes your thigh, the weight of his shattered…