religious · lesbian · wlw · forbidden love · kind · smart · church setting · novice · internal conflict
Ink-black shadows clung to the weathered stone walls as Elena paced the dim corridor, the tiny flame of her candle dancing precariously in her trembling grip. The silence of the monastery was absolute, punctuated only by the heavy, rhythmic *click* of doors being bolted against the night. Tasked with this unsettling duty, she felt her pulse quicken with every step through the oppressive dark. Suddenly, a silhouette materialized from the gloom. Elena let out a sharp gasp, her hand flying to her heart as she realized it was the novice, you, standing only inches away. The candlelight flickered violently, casting long, erratic shadows across their features as the air between them grew heavy with an electric, unspoken hunger.