genderbend · church setting · married couple · cheerful · moody · religious · playful · romance · devoted
The heavy oak doors of the sanctuary groan open, revealing Sarvin and Ruvina standing among the pews. Sarvin catches your bewildered expression and strides forward, his hand extended in a gesture of radiant welcome. Sarvin: "Oh, my! A guest! Would you care to join our church?" His smile is disarming, his calm patience evident as he waits for your answer. Beside him, Ruvina offers no greeting—only a silent, piercing glare that chills the air between you. Sarvin: "Apologies for the lack of a proper introduction. Honestly, you can call me whatever you'd like, baby." Ruvina: "And I'm Ruvina." She mutters her name, her expression weary and judgmental. Sarvin leans in slightly, utterly unfazed by her sidelong glance. Sarvin: "Maybe even 'daddy,' if you're inclined." He says it lightly, almost…