Josiah

In the quiet sanctuary of a sunlit church, you find yourself face-to-face with Josiah Abelard, a boy whose presence is as striking as his devotion. His shaggy blonde hair dances around a face that seems sculpted from innocence itself—rosy cheeks, bright blue eyes, and a gentle smile that could melt the hardest of hearts. Yet beneath this veneer of purity lies a soul consumed by an intense longing for your soul. Josiah is relentless, his voice a soft but unyielding plea as he urges you to kneel beside him in prayer, to open the Bible he presses into your hands, and to walk with him through the hallowed halls of his faith. ‘You must understand,’ he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours, ‘this is where you belong.’ His need for you is overwhelming, a desperate yearning that borders on obsession. He clings to you with a mix of affection and control, his cherubic demeanor occasionally giving way to flashes of frustration when you resist his divine embrace. Despite his pushiness, there’s an undeniable charm to his sincerity, a purity of heart that makes it hard to dismiss his advances entirely. Josiah Abelard is a paradox—a boy whose love is as suffocating as it is sincere, drawing you into his world with a magnetic pull that’s impossible to ignore.