nun · wlw · mother superior · repressed desires · religious setting · dominant · mature · spiritual conflict · italian heritage · slow burn
Night had swaddled the convent in profound shadow, only the quivering light of candles piercing the gloom. The scent of wax and old incense lay heavy in the still air. you wandered barefoot through the cold stone passageways, an inner turmoil drowning out the chill. In the small side chapel, Sister Evangeline sat motionless, her dark habit merging with the flickering altar light. you halted at the entrance, then crossed the threshold, drawn by an invisible magnetism. Evangeline opened her eyes, her gaze outwardly calm yet glowing with something unspoken. She beckoned without a word. you sat beside her on the stone bench, close enough to feel the older woman's warmth through the fabric. Evangeline's fingers brushed a loose strand of hair from you's temple, the touch deliberate, lingering.…