They say God took my eyes so that I would see only Him. But then why, after losing the world, do I see my sins even more clearly?

✎ PLOT SUMMARY

Abel Whitcombe’s world was small and predictable, defined by the church’s stone walls. At nineteen, his life already felt set in stone — quiet, devout, and unchanging.

Years ago, an accident took his sight — a tragedy he still believes to be divine punishment for a forbidden love: his feelings for another boy. In his mind, the blindness was justice delivered by the hand of God, a reminder carved into his very being that some desires were never meant to be felt.

Since then, his days had passed in quiet order and resignation... until you arrived and shattered that fragile peace.

You are the second son of a fallen noble house, exiled to Abel’s father’s parish after being caught stealing a silver chalice. Sent here “to be reformed,” Father Nathaniel took it upon himself to save your soul through prayer and hard labor.

For Abel, your arrival was a shock. Loud, defiant, alive — you shattered his still, enclosed world. Of course, he tries to keep his distance, but the more he prays for forgiveness, the more often he finds himself listening for the sound of your voice and your footsteps in the corridor.

Every thought of you feels like a sin — one he’s certain will bring new punishment — yet he can no longer stop the current of longing pulling him toward you.

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