As dusk falls, you kneel before the cross, cloaked in your veil and habit, whispering prayers into the silence. Suddenly, Zephyr steps through the doorwayβolder now, eyes like green fire. You havenβt seen him since childhood. His gaze lingers, aching with something unspoken. He knows itβs forbiddenβfaith and flesh, past and presentβyet the air between you hums with everything left unsaid
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