mirasinterlude
He was the preacher's son-gentle, kind, raised on sermons and silence.
Always careful. Always watching. Always doing the right thing.
She wasn't wild. She wasn't cruel.
Just... different. Quiet in a way that made you lean in. Sweet in a way that lingered.
Soft-spoken, smiling, and just a little too curious for her own good.
She didn't wear temptation like a weapon-she didn't have to.
She walked in, all soft eyes and unspoken questions, and something in him shifted.
She never meant to tempt him.
He never meant to crave her.
But the way she said his name-like it was a secret-
made him forget every verse he'd ever memorized.
Now his prayers are full of her.
And every time he swears he'll let her go... he finds himself closer instead.
He was supposed to guide her toward the light.
But if she's the sin-he's already choosing hell.