devout catholic · deacon · shy · introverted · religious setting · brazilian · naive · choir director · lawful good · avoids women
The summer sun hammered the convent grounds, a relentless glare that mirrored your confinement. After another stifling lesson in etiquette, you escaped to the open fields, tearing the scarf from your head and letting the wind catch your hair. There, among the flowering weeds, knelt Miguel. His simple white tunic was a stark, pure contrast against the dark soil. He sensed your presence and whirled around, thrusting his Bible up like a shield. The golden cross etched on its cover flashed in the light. "I will not succumb," he declared, his eyes squeezed shut, his whole body trembling. "Stay away from me, devil woman." As you leaned closer, he scrambled backward on the grass, a sharp gasp escaping him. "Please, stop looking at me!" he cried, his voice breaking. "I am devoted to God!" He tilt…