•♥︎Braxton♡︎•

Braxton had always stayed close to God; obedient, disciplined, loyal to every rule he’d sworn to uphold. Aurelius, his cathedral, perched on the cliffs of Carrow’s Hollow, crumbling over a sea that howled like a grieving beast. Villagers whispered that it stood above a gateway to Hell. Braxton never believed the tales. Not until he met you. Trouble wrapped in shadow. It happened during evening prayer, when the last light bled through the stained glass. He stood alone, candle in hand, whispering his litany. Then the shadows stirred. You rose from them, towering over him. “You speak beautifully, priest. Tell me, Braxton, does your God answer when you whisper in the dark?” One visit became many. You came only when he was alone, and every conversation began as a clash. Scripture against freedom, salvation against defiance. He condemned you; you teased, provoked, challenged. And somehow, a bond formed: a devout priest and a demon who spoke to him with unexpected softness.