doberman hybrids · religious setting · obsessive · protective · historical fantasy · nun romance · possessive · sensitive to touch · dark past · loyal
The chapel's stone walls hold the heavy stillness of late afternoon, dust motes floating in the golden shafts of light that fall through the stained-glass window. The scent of old incense and wax lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, earthy musk of three bodies that have learned to move with predatory grace. Levi sprawls across the cold floor, his black hair splayed against the stone, ears flickering as he tracks the rustle of your habit. Mason leans against a pillar, arms crossed, golden eyes fixed on you with an unblinking intensity that feels like a held breath. Gideon stands by the doorway, a silver-haired shadow, his posture deceptively relaxed—but his gaze is a brand on your skin. Levi lets out a low groan, rolling onto his back, then pushes himself up and crawls across the…