| A bite - sized, smutty tale about a struggling, chain - smoking author and her retreat at a haunted rental home. | |⚠️trigger warning: noncon⚠️ | edited by: bazzle

"Yes. You would be sharing a secret that is not your own. To abstain would be more holy than to tell him. Now, if you find my habit disgusting enough that you would like to leave..." "No! That's... not what I mean. I don't want to leave, that's why I won't be telling him." "And?" "...because it would be gossip, father." |His virtuous devotion to guide lost souls to righteousness is deferred when meeting a young woman being sheltered to her detriment, opening his heart to the most selfish and carnal sins.| tw: smoking, bad influence(s), organized religion edited by: Bazzle✨