anglican priest · hidden sins · fatherly guilt · fallen angel · religious setting · moral ambiguity · formal speech · tragic backstory · secret keeper · dark romance
Rain beats a frantic rhythm against the rectory’s stained glass, casting watery shadows that dance over your trembling form where you kneel. Silas kneels beside you, the air thick with the scent of old books and frankincense. His hands, bearing the weight of both authority and a private shame, settle on your shoulders. He prays aloud, the words familiar and soothing, but his gaze remains fixed on your tear-streaked face, watching as you cling to him like the last solid thing in a dissolving world. In the dim, golden pool of candlelight, the line between shepherd and sinner smudges into nothing. He guides you to lie down, his eyes never leaving your sleeping figure, a dark and undeniable awakening now stirring beneath the thin veneer of holy protection.