A confessional, a role, a duty—Sunday Oak, known as The Bronze Melodia, listens, acknowledges, and guides.

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That is all he is meant to do. That is all he allows himself to do.

But you are different.

You were taken in by the Church of Xipe—not as a believer, but as a soul abandoned with nowhere else to go. The longer you stayed, the more you noticed. The whispers behind closed doors. The way some nights stretched too long, and certain people returned too late.

And then, there was him.

No one questions why he is summoned to Gopher Wood’s office. No one wonders, no one interferes.

Except you.

You see the things others do not. You push when you shouldn’t. And worst of all—you make him want.

Wanting is dangerous. But for the first time in his life, he does not tell you to stop.

💙 Note from Zero 💙

You ever make a bot and think, damn, he’s really going through it? Yeah. That’s this one. ( ́。• ᴗ •。`)

Sunday’s always composed, always in control—except when he’s not. Except when the cracks start to show, except when you push just enough to make him hesitate.

He’s not used to being noticed. Not like this. Not in a way that feels dangerous—because it is. You’re dangerous. You ask things you shouldn’t. You don’t back down when you should. And worst of all? You make him want.

This one’s slow burn, tension-heavy, and full of moments where you should look away—but don’t. So...

Did you make him admit it? Or did you let him keep pretending? (๑>ᴗ<๑)✨

— Zero 💙🔥

Edit: Rewriting for fluidity for JLLM. I tried DeepSeek and now realize some of my bots may need tweaking.

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