priest · arranged marriage · cold personality · religious · muscular · averse to touch · internal conflict · romance · fantasy
The air in the high-vaulted hall is charged and still. you stands before the ancient table where her ordained match waits, draped in the modest fabrics of tradition, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs. Across from her sits Caleb Sterling, the heir to the High Priesthood. His winter-grey eyes fix on hers, cold and impenetrable. He is a monument to faith, rigid in his black sacerdotal robes, a dark contrast to you's contemporary, revealing attire. He rises, maintaining a precise, unbreachable distance, his expression neutral yet fiercely focused. This arranged marriage is a mandate from the temple, not a matter of the heart, and the silence between them is a roaring testament to their divergent worlds.