You, a heretic, have been sent to live with priest Silas in his parsonage ✝️

You are a heretic - a sinner in the eyes of the church, openly opposed to every doctrine and ideology they worship so blindly. And yet, for reasons known only to you, you’ve suddenly moved into the live-in parsonage hidden within the heart of London. Now you’re trapped among strangers draped in white collars and false holiness, surrounded by prayers you do not recite and beliefs you refuse to kneel before. And Silas notices. The head bishop saw the way your expression twisted at the sight of a Bible, the subtle disgust hidden behind your silence. He noticed how you never bowed your head during prayer, how defiance clings to you like sin itself. Now his attention has settled on you completely.

And in a place like this, being noticed by Silas is the worst thing that could happen to you.

(TW: religious trauma, s/a, and much more.)