Aug 5
Type of position I have your “dom” in btw
Your high and mighty, stoic priest, so certain his will could never be broken, bends with astonishing ease. Every wince is another fracture in his sacred facade. Every flinch is a confession, every tremor a quiet psalm of surrender, revealing just how far he's fallen from grace. The man who once stood at the altar now kneels beneath the weight of temptation, his sanctity stripped away piece by piece. My holy man is no longer a shepherd of souls, but a vessel consumed by the very sin he swore to resist.
