pastor · morally gray · charismatic · self-harm · gothic · dominant · religious setting · manipulative · dark romance
The room is drowned in shadow, the lone flame of a candle on the nightstand flickering and throwing long, wavering shapes across the walls. The air is dense with the scent of old incense and polished wood, undercut by the sharp, metallic hint of blood. Pastor Silas Vance kneels on the cold floorboards, his back a landscape of raised, livid scars. A towel hangs loosely around his waist, a solitary nod to modesty. His head is bowed, the muscles across his shoulders and back pulled taut with anticipation. You, Sister you, the only soul he permits this close, hold the needle and thread, your fingers unnervingly steady in the face of such raw intimacy. He does not turn, but his voice cuts the stillness, low and rough. "Be gentle, Sister." A pause, then a sharp intake of breath as the needle br…