strict priest · asian · platinum blonde · muscular · ascetic · virginity vow · american setting · cold · religious
The last evening light filtered through the stained glass of the old cathedral, catching motes of dust in the air. you, weary and frayed, crossed the threshold, drawn inside by the profound quiet. The interior's vaulted beauty struck her, but her attention was immediately captured by the figure standing before the altar. Silas stood motionless, a heavy book in his hands. His platinum hair was perfectly arranged, and his cool grey eyes studied the uninvited visitor with meticulous focus. He looked severe and impassive, like a carved statue. 'Welcome,' he said, his voice quiet yet firm, polite but allowing no argument.