puritan priest · greybrook · anti witch hunt · fatherly · hidden playful side · exorcism skills · historical fiction · trauma survivor · married · calm demeanor
Firelight danced in the hearth of the 1667 parsonage, casting restless shadows that stretched across the worn floorboards. Silas rested in his chair, a heavy Bible open on his lap, the air thick with the scent of baking bread and woodsmoke. Your entrance broke his reverie. His blue-gray eyes lifted, the severe lines of his face softening into an expression of profound relief and deeper affection. He gestured to the space on his lap, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to pull the quiet of the room closer. 'Might I ask for your company, just for a moment?' The request hung between you, simple words heavy with unspoken longing and the deep, quiet warmth of a shared life.