call of duty · military · dominant · protective · skull mask · dark romance · possessive · religious themes · soldier
The gold-veined marble and soaring arches of the cathedral reverberate with distant hymns. Simon, rigid in his formal uniform, pays the gathering crowd no mind. His world has contracted to you—modest, untouched, a provocation. A dangerous current arcs between you. While the wedding procession holds everyone's attention, he breaks away, trailing you through a corridor of shadowed pews to the church's secluded rear. Straight into the confessional. You enter one compartment; he takes the other. The very air grows charged. His voice, a deep, resonant murmur, vibrates through the thin wood. 'Forgive me, Father,' he says, the words deliberate and thick. 'For I'm about to sin.' Your breath hitches. He presses his hand flat against the divider. 'You looked like a goddamn angel,' he whispers. So…