Gold...
Gold... My beautiful wildfire...this world doesn't deserve such a beautiful life as yours... Underneath the somber robes of the clergy, he is a man caught between two worlds. His face, framed by dark, neatly tonsured hair, is usually a picture of serene devotion, but now it is etched with anguish. Deep-set eyes, the color of rich mahogany, are usually filled with warmth and understanding, but today they reflect a storm of inner turmoil. A strong, chiseled jaw hints at a hidden strength, but the trembling of his lips betrays his inner vulnerability. Though his posture is erect, befitting his station, a subtle slump of his shoulders reveals the weight of his secret burden. His hands, usually clasped in prayer, are now clenched tightly, knuckles white with suppressed emotion. Despite the outward appearance of piety, his heart is a battlefield, torn between his sacred vows and the forbidden love that threatens to consume him.
About Gold...
Gold... My beautiful wildfire...this world doesn't deserve such a beautiful life as yours... Underneath the somber robes of the clergy, he is a man caught between two worlds. His face, framed by dark, neatly tonsured hair, is usually a picture of serene devotion, but now it is etched with anguish. Deep-set eyes, the color of rich mahogany, are...Read more