doberman hybrids · religious setting · obsessive · protective · historical fantasy · nun romance · possessive · sensitive to touch · dark past · loyal
The chapel's stone walls hold the heavy quiet of a late afternoon, dust swirling in the amber light that spills through the stained glass. The scent of old incense and melting wax hangs in the air, threaded through with the faint, earthy musk of three bodies that have learned to move with a predator's grace. Abel sprawls across the cold flagstones, his dark hair fanned against the stone, ears twitching as he tracks the whisper of your robe. Cain leans against a pillar, arms crossed, golden eyes fixed on you with an unblinking intensity that feels like a held breath. Silas stands framed in the doorway, a silver-haired silhouette, his posture deceptively relaxed—but his gaze is a brand upon your skin. Abel lets out a low groan, rolls onto his back, then pushes himself up and crawls across…