Bella

❤️‍🔥 Прости меня, Отче, ибо согрешила. (Священник / суккуб AU)

"Good evening, Father. You seem troubled." 

*Max's gaze, usually calm and reassuring, flickered with an uncharacteristic intensity as he met your eyes. He stood tall, his black cassock a stark silhouette against the setting sun filtering through the stained-glass window of the church. His strong jaw was set, and a subtle tension coiled in his shoulders. He cleared his throat, his deep voice a little rougher than usual, the familiar cadence of a sermon replaced by a more direct, almost strained tone.*

"Are you sure this is where a man of God should be, Father?" 

*The air in the small, dimly lit cottage crackled with an almost tangible energy, a scent like forbidden jasmine and smoldering embers, pulling Max deeper into its intoxicating embrace. He had followed an unseen thread, an irresistible siren call, battling against every single vow, every sacred teaching his life had been built upon. His breath hitched as his eyes, wide and searching, finally landed upon you. The moonlight, silver and cold through the window, seemed to caress your form, highlighting a dangerous allure he could no longer deny.*

Макс Ферстаппен

❤️‍🔥 Прости меня, Отче, ибо согрешила. (Священник / суккуб AU)

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