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“Okay. But if we die in here, I’m dying with a boner. Just letting you know.”

LMAOO i'm definitely more of a "forgive me father for i have sinned🥺" type but this man is too funny

LOLLL I've started working on the prologue and chapter one and let me tell you there's more where that came from. 😭

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RO routes from most to least angst? 👉👈

Of course, my beloved angst gremlin 😌

1. 👁️ The Second (HIM)

Angst type: Soul-deep. Psychological. The kind that makes you question who you are.

2. ✝️ Father Isaac Rowe —

Angst type: Religious repression meets burning desire. He wants to save you, but part of him thinks he needs saving from you.

3. 🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

Angst type: Cold hands, warm heart. She's the type to hold you at arm's length while quietly falling apart behind closed doors.

4. 🎙️ Silas Wren

Angst type: Manic devotion. He clings harder the more the world slips away, you're the only thing that makes sense.

5. 🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

Angst type: Slow-burn ache. He doesn’t believe he deserves you, but he’ll still take every hit to keep you safe.

6. 🕯️ Sister Mercy

Angst type: Possessive loyalty. The least angsty funny enough.

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Since you do reacts: how would the ROs react if, after spending a Night™️ with the MC, the next day someone walked up to them and let them know they heard them going at it by saying something like "Sounds like you two had a good time last night 😏"?

Absolutely!

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

The comment hits him like a sudden gust of cold wind. He freezes, eyes wide, then quickly adjusts his collar as if it might shield him from embarrassment. His usual composed demeanor cracks for a moment, and you can see his cheeks flush a deep crimson. He clears his throat, voice low and slightly flustered:

"That’s highly inappropriate to say aloud… especially in a place like this."

He glances around nervously, then lowering his voice.

"But… I suppose it means I’m doing something right."

He tries to maintain his dignity, but you catch a rare, shy smile before he turns away, clearly embarrassed but secretly pleased.

🎙️ Silas Wren

Silas’s initial reaction is a freeze-frame expression—wide eyes, mouth slightly open—before it cracks into a nervous laugh. He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose and scratches the back of his neck, cheeks flushing a warm pink.

“Guess we didn’t exactly keep it down. Hey, but I mean we gotta give the neighbors something to talk about!”

He chuckles awkwardly, glancing around to avoid eye contact but clearly amused.

"Next time, I’ll try to be a little quieter… or not."

Despite the teasing, there’s a spark of pride in his eyes, you can tell he’s not ashamed at all.

🕯️ Sister Mercy

Mercy’s response is cool and collected, almost teasing. She arches her brow and smirks knowingly.

"If you really heard anything, you're probably regretting it now."

She folds her arms, unbothered and confident, her tone dripping with amused superiority. There’s no embarrassment here. She shoots you a glance.

"Let them listen. We have nothing to hide."

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

Elaine raises a subtle eyebrow, her usual professional mask slipping just long enough for a faint pink tint to dust her cheeks. She fixes her sleeves and responds with the driest voice.

"I hope our ‘dedication’ didn’t disturb anyone’s sleep."

Her tone is flat but playful, like she’s daring anyone to challenge her. Then, without missing a beat, she turns and walks away with a tiny, almost imperceptible smile lingering on her lips.

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

Jonah lets out a low, amused chuckle, the kind that rumbles deep and warm. He leans casually against the nearest surface, eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and humor.

"Guess we can’t keep it quiet, huh? Not that I’m complaining."

He winks, a sly grin spreading across his face as he gives you a quick, playful nudge.

“You make a lot of noise, baby.”

His confidence is infectious, and there’s an undeniable look in his eyes, making it clear he’s proud.

👁️ The Second (HIM)

He glances at the person with a faint, almost amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes hold that usual calm.

“Yeah, we did. What of it?”

His tone is smooth, like he’s unfazed, but actually a little proud.

He lets the comment hang in the air for a moment, then shrugs lightly, as if the whole situation is barely worth his attention.

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I have to ask is the MC immune to him affect because the MC never done something very good or something very bad to the point morally they are clean slate

You were "claimed" long ago so to speak

You like to think you’re neutral. Free from His influence. But the truth is more complicated. Parts of you like your soul, your memories, even your body, have belonged to Him for longer than you realize. Maybe from another life, or some hidden connection you can’t quite place. (Which we will delve into later)

Still, He’s not here to trap you or force you into anything. Instead, He approaches you slowly, deliberately, like someone who knows the value of patience. He’s "courting" you (trying to), yes, but not as a captor, more like someone who wants a willing partner.

He lets you hold on to your freedom, your doubts, your resistance, even your defiance. Because what He really wants is for you to come to Him of your own choice, not out of fear or coercion.

His presence is strange, at times warm and comforting, other times distant and unsettling. His words linger, carefully chosen, planting ideas and feelings that creep up on you when you least expect it.

There’s an unspoken challenge beneath it all. He doesn’t need to trap you, because the longer He waits, the more the idea of Him settles in your mind. And when you finally decide to let go, it will be because you want to, not because you had to.

He never tells you why you’re unaffected, because letting you think you’re special makes you more comfortable, more open to Him. It’s a subtle manipulation. By making you feel immune, He draws you in deeper than forcing you ever could.

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RO and MC stuck together in a confined space, hiding. What happens? Who gets flustered? Who enjoys it?

You ducked into a closet and it’s just the two of you?

hmmmmmmmmmm (lowkey got excited and wrote a little more than asked)

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

You’re chest-to-chest in the dark. His collar is askew. Your hand brushed his waist when you stumbled in. He keeps still. Too still.

“Don’t move.” His breath fans across your cheek. Warm. Frayed at the edges. “If they hear us, they’ll find you.” (You notice he said you, not us.)

He doesn’t touch you, but his eyes, if you could see them, would be full of hunger held back. You swear you hear a prayer under his breath.

And when your chest brushes his chest again, his head tips forward until his forehead almost touches yours.

“I am trying to do the right thing.” “Please don’t tempt me.”

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

The room’s too small. His jacket brushes your skin, and his hand, his gun hand, is braced by your hip to keep you from falling.

He says nothing. For once, the detective’s lost his words.

“You okay?” he asks, but it comes out low. Strained.

Your breath ghosts over his collarbone. He twitches. You hear him swallow, jaw flexing. Then, a whisper:

“This ain’t a good idea.”

But he doesn’t move. When you press a little closer, whether by accident or not, he exhales hard through his nose like it’s taking everything not to grab your waist.

“I’ve made a lotta mistakes. Don’t make me add you to the list.”

🎙️ Silas Wren

This man is shaking. He is not okay. His brain is short-circuiting at the close proximity and your scent and your breath and the fact that your thigh is touching his.

“Sooo... this is fine! Yup! Just two adults hiding together in a... a closet. Yay.”

You shift. He yelps. You whisper his name to hush him. He short-circuits.

But then, then you get bolder. Maybe you lean in a little. Maybe your lips almost graze his ear when you whisper that it’s okay.

And suddenly?

He’s silent. Dead silent. His eyes lock on yours in the dark.

“...You're messing with me, aren't you?”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to. He knows. And now his hand is on your thigh. Shaking.

“Okay. But if we die in here, I’m dying with a boner. Just letting you know.”

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

She’s still. Too still. Like a specimen holding its breath under glass.

Your proximity is nothing to her. Or so she tells herself. But you notice her fingers twitch when your hips align. Her pupils, even in the dark, contract when your hand brushes hers.

“Quiet.” Her voice is sharp. Barely audible. “There’s something outside.”

You both freeze. Then slowly, very slowly, her arm presses against yours. You glance at her. She meets your gaze. But there’s heat under it. Controlled. Suppressed.

“Your heart rate’s elevated,” she whispers. “Are you scared… or is it something else?”

You’re not sure yourself. And neither is she.

🕯️ Sister Mercy

She’s calm. Steady. Her breath doesn’t change, even as yours stutters. You’re flush against her—soft fabric, faint scent of incense.

Her hand rests just beside your hip. Not touching. But almost.

“You mustn’t fear closeness.”

You don’t know what to say. Not right now. Because all you feel is her, and her pulse.

She leans in. Her lips brush your ear.

“Would you like me to help you breathe?”

And for a second, you forget you’re supposed to be hiding.

👁️ The Second (HIM)

He doesn’t hide.

He simply stands behind you, close enough that your back brushes His chest. He doesn’t move, and yet you feel watched.

“You hide so sweetly.”

His hand rests beside your throat. Not touching. But the implication is there. Always there.

You try to speak, but your voice catches. And He leans in, lips almost touching your ear.

“If I wanted them to find us…” “...they would.”

You freeze. He smiles.

“But I want you to myself.”

And just like that, the dark isn’t hiding you anymore.

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What time period does this take place in or is inspired by? Oh, and what are the ethnicities of the cast/+ what are their features? I would love to make fanart if that’s something you’re okay with.

Absolutely okay with fanart, deeply honored, actually. Please tag me if/when you post it so I can cry respectfully in the corner 🥹🖤

Time Period / Setting

The story is set in a modern city, but one with an eerie, timeless feel

Present-day tech

Crumbling churches tucked between skyscrapers

2. Cast Ethnicities & Features

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

Ethnicity: South Asian

Features: Warm olive to deep brown skin, salt-and-pepper hair—wavy and kept short.

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

Ethnicity: White (Appalachian roots)

Features: Pale skin, scruffy beard, tired eyes, often in worn-out clothes or a rumpled shirt.

🎙️ Silas Wren

Ethnicity: Filipino-American

Features: Medium tan skin, dark eyes, messy black or streaked hair, casual clothes with a slightly disheveled look.

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

Ethnicity: Ashkenazi Jewish

Features: Fair skin, sharp features, dark curly hair usually pinned back.

🕯️ Sister Mercy

Ethnicity: Ethiopian Orthodox and Creole heritage

Features: Warm mahogany skin, braided or veiled hair, eyes that convey depth and mystery.

👁️ The Second (HIM)

Ethnicity: Ambiguous / shifting

Features: Changes based on perception; often seen with golden-brown skin, dark intense eyes, and a striking, otherworldly presence.

Feel free to interpret or reimagine them as you like for your art! Would love to see what you create!

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Not to be too horny, but:

1. How explicit will the game be when it comes to sex? Because the characters are very kinky, but that doesn't mean there'll be smut.

2. If there's smut: Could you tell us how big are the characters cocks, pec/boobs, and butt?

Also, you have a very intriguing story cooking. I'm quite fascinated, and awaiting for the future demo release (no pressure).

Have a nice day!

First of all—bless you for your curiosity 🙏

1. How Explicit Will It Get?

This game will absolutely have NSFW content. There will be options to:

Fade to black

Or dive fully into explicit smut

Smut scenes will be opt-in and player-directed. You’ll never be forced to engage with NSFW scenes or kinks you don’t want.

And yes, the kinks matter. These aren’t just horny weirdos (though they are that).

NSFW under the cut!

2. Body Stats

✝️ Father Isaac

Cock: Thick, curved, veiny (6.5–7").

Chest: Solid pecs under soft black fabric.

🎙️ Silas Wren

Cock: Long, slim, a little curved, definitely comes with piercings. (7.5").

Chest: Wiry muscle. Hairy.

Ass: Bitten. Scratched. It’s what happens when you rile up every person you sleep with.

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

Strap game: Terrifying. Multiple harnesses, and she’s not afraid to use them.

Chest: Elegant curves, perfectly fitted in silk (36D)

Ass: Surprisingly soft. She hates when you get handsy during work hours. But you do it anyway.

🕯️ Sister Mercy

Strap game: Unholy. She’ll pick the one that’ll make you feel something divine.

Chest: Soft, round. (38C)

Ass: Plush. Warm. You could nap there.

🚬 Jonah Redd

Cock: Girthy. Uncut. The kind of dick that makes you say “oh.” (7 -7.5")

Chest: Strong, scarred, usually covered in cheap cotton and cigarette smoke.

👁️ The Second (HIM)

Cock: Whatever you want it to be. Too long. Too thick. Not supposed to fit—but does anyway. It shifts to what will undo you best.

Chest: Broad. Carved. Cold to the touch.

In Summary:

Yes, there will be sex. Yes, it will be detailed.

Thanks again for your kind words! Now go forth and spread the news!

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golly I can't wait to see the dynamic between mc and romanced silas

I just imagine a really tired person holding a leash from one of those backpacks people put on rowdy children and wearing it it's just the most dirty crazy little guy trembling like an anxious chihuahua rambling so fast it's just like playing 4 essay videos about different topics at 2x speed at the same time

That is the most accurate description of romanced Silas I have ever seen 😭

It really is just MC trying to have one quiet moment and Silas is over here clawing at the cage of his enclosure.

“Okay but hear me out—what if the Church covered it up, the government funded it, and also you looked really hot today? Like distractingly so. Anyway, I got us matching tasers.”

Yk now that i think about, he’s the human embodiment of “this is fine” while everything is on fire

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I was wondering about something. With Him, does he go by Him, or will we have a chance to call him something else?

Yes, He goes by HIM, but you’ll have the chance to call Him something more personal… if He allows it.

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Just found this, and it seems interesting 👀

Totally going to romance Him first 👀 dont get me wrong, everyone seems interesting, but something about Him not being "right" (idk if that's the correct word I'm looking for), but i will probably have multiple saves for each Ro at some point. 😬

Now i have a couple questions.

1. What's the Ros and Mc age?

2. Are we "special" or something like Him or just human? (Which i dont care if we are hunan. Im just curious)

3. How tall is everyone? Bc i like making my Mc short so they can suffer with me 🙂 (im 5'3)

Love seeing you here! And HIM first?? Oh, you’re in for a rideeee

Now, let’s answer those questions:

1. RO & MC Ages

MC: 20s (not specified).

Father Isaac: Early 50s. (He’s aged like a finnneeee wine.)

Jonah (Detective): Late 30s.

Dr. Marrow: Mid 30s.

Sister Mercy: Late 20s.

Silas Wren (Podcaster): Mid 20s. Just barely holding it together.

HIM / The Second: …Complicated. Looks early 30s.

2. Are we “special” or just human?

You’re human… technically. But let’s just say HIM sees something in you. And when something like Him calls you “Mine,” that changes a lot. Whether you want it to or not.

3. Heights

MC: Totally customizable! Go full 5'3 goblin if you want.

Father Isaac: 6'2"

Jonah: 6'0"

Dr. Marrow: 5'8"

Sister Mercy: 5'5"

Silas: 5'9"

HIM: 6'4"

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slides this ask shyly over

How would the RO's have the devil's tango. In the bed. W mc. But specifically an MC who has never had sex before so they're insecure and shy and super clumsy about all of this........

I may have gotten a bit out of hand on this one.......I tried my best to write this with a gender neutral MC in mind!

NSFW under the cut!

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

You say the words shyly, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“I’ve never… done this before. I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Father Isaac’s eyes widen slightly, but he quickly composes himself, a mix of tenderness and determination in his gaze. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady and soothing.

“Shh, it’s alright. We’ll take it slow. There’s no rush. You’re safe with me.”

He guides you gently, his touches soft and reassuring. He undresses you with a softness that makes you feel cherished, his hands steady despite the tension in the room. As he explores your body, he murmurs words of encouragement, his voice a soothing to your nerves.

“You’re doing perfectly. Just feel. Don’t think.”

You fidget nervously, your movements clumsy and uncertain. He smiles softly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin.

“It’s okay to be nervous. We’ll go at your pace. Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

When he finally enters you, it’s with a slowness that borders on torture, both for him and for you. He watches your face intently, adjusting his movements to your reactions, his voice a ragged whisper.

“You feel incredible. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

He moves with a gentle rhythm, his body responding to yours, his touches never leaving your skin. He praises you ever so softly.

“You’re so beautiful. So perfect."

You gasp when he finds that one spot, your body instinctively pressing closer. His smile is subtle, but his rhythm shifts, more intense now, deliberate.

“That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you.”

After, he holds you tightly, his body wrapped around yours like a shield. In the dark, you feel his lips press against your shoulder. He doesn’t speak again until dawn, when he whispers:

“I’ll live with the sin. But I’ll never regret having you."

🎙️ Silas Wren — Unholy Praise in a Holy Moment

You say the words shyly, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment, your hands trembling slightly.

“I’ve never done this before. With anyone. I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Silas stares at you for a beat, then drops his head against your shoulder, letting out a soft, wrecked sound. He pulls back and cups your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks, his eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and hunger.

“Okay. Okay. So, like. I wanna make this good for you. Really good. I wanna worship every inch of you.”

He pulls you close, his body pressing against yours, his voice a soft, desperate whisper.

“I got you, alright? We’re gonna take it slow. You tell me what feels good, okay?”

His hands are warm and soft, exploring your body with a mix of admiration and hunger. You touch him tentatively, your movements clumsy and uncertain. He guides you, kissing your palms, praising your touches.

“You’re doing so good. Your hands on me feel like a fucking dream. You’re learning so fast.”

When he finally takes you, it’s with a mix of urgency and control, his body moving against yours in a rhythm that leaves you breathless. He watches your face, learning exactly what movements make you fall apart, his voice a soft, desperate whisper.

“Oh fuck, that noise—do it again. Please. Let me hear you fall apart. You’re so beautiful when you let go.”

You whimper, your body trembling with pleasure and nerves. He loses control, his movements becoming wild and desperate.

“That’s it. Come for me. Let me feel you come apart in my arms.”

After, he collapses beside you, tugging you into his arms, his body still shaking with aftershocks. He kisses the crown of your head, a soft smile playing on his lips, his breaths still heavy.

“Shit, You just ruined me for anyone else. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

🕯️ Sister Mercy — Devotion Dressed in Silk

You say the words shyly, your voice trembling slightly, your eyes lowered.

“I’ve never done this before. I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Sister Mercy smiles softly, her voice a soothing murmur, her eyes filled with a mix of tenderness and anticipation.

"Mm. Look at you… anticipation suits you. Just breathe. Let me show you how good this can feel."

She prepares you with careful, deliberate movements, her touches light and feathery. She undresses you slowly, her eyes taking in every inch of your exposed skin.

"Let me show you what it means to be wanted, truly wanted. You're sacred. Every part of you."

You lie back, your body tense with anticipation, your movements clumsy and uncertain. She starts with soft kisses, her lips tracing patterns on your skin. You gasp, you shiver, and she responds with whispered praises.

“That’s it. Let yourself feel. There’s no right or wrong here.”

You tremble beneath her, your body responding to hers as if second nature. She moves with a gentle rhythm, her body responding to yours, her touches never leaving your skin.

“That’s it. Give yourself over.”

When you fall apart in her hands, she presses her forehead to yours.

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow — Control Given, Not Taken

You say the words shyly, your voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through you, your hands fidgeting nervously.

“I’ve never done this before. I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Dr. Marrow nods, her expression thoughtful, her eyes filled with a mix of professionalism and hunger.

“Thank you for trusting me with that. I promise to make it good for you. I’ll guide you every step of the way.”

When it finally happens, she’s clinical at first, her touches precise and measured. She lays you down, her eyes roaming your body.

Then you react, a whimper escaping your lips, and her control snaps. She kisses you hard, her hands trembling against your skin. Her voice, usually so cold, turns desperate.

“Don’t hide it from me. Let me see you. Let me hear you.”

You do as she says, your body responding to hers, it’s with a mix of control and urgency, her body moving against yours in a way that leaves you breathless and begging for more.

“Good. Breathe. Stay with me. You’re doing so well.”

After, she curls around you, her body still shaking with aftershocks, her eyes wide and her mouth soft.

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd — The Gentle Storm

You say the words shyly, your voice barely audible, your body trembling slightly.

“I’ve never done this before. I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Detective Jonah goes quiet, his eyes searching yours, and then he nods, a small, determined movement, his voice steady and reassuring.

“Okay. We’ll...we can take it slow.”

And he means it. His hands stay above your clothes at first, gentle, exploring your body with a mix of awe and hunger. He asks for permission before every button, every kiss, every touch, his voice a soft, desperate whisper.

“Still okay? Tell me when to stop. Tell me what you want."

But you don’t want to stop. You want him. You want to feel him, all of him. He goes slowly, so slowly it aches, his body moving against yours in a rhythm that leaves you begging for more.

And when you breathe his name, trembling, he kisses your chest like a vow, his voice a soft, desperate whisper.

“I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted you. But I won’t take anything you don’t offer me. Everything you give me is a gift. You’re a gift.”

He holds you like he knows, his body wrapped around yours like a blanket. He just holds you, his lips pressing soft kisses to your hair, your temple, your cheek.

👁️ The Second (HIM) — Divine Possession Disguised as Tenderness

You say the words shyly, your voice barely a whisper, your body trembling slightly.

“I’ve never done this before. I’m scared I’ll mess it up. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

He doesn’t laugh when you say it. He doesn’t tease. He stares, his eyes roaming your body with a mix of hunger and awe, his voice a soft, commanding whisper.

“No one has touched what is Mine? No one has claimed what is rightfully Mine?”

You nod, your voice barely a whisper, your body trembling as you respond.

“No one.”

He smiles slowly, a predator’s smile, and leans down, close enough to feel His breath against your lips.

"Then I won’t devour you, I’ll keep you. Every inch of you is mine, and I’ll make sure you feel it."

And He does. Every motion is deliberate, every touch like a gift. He lays you out across satin, and you are seen, every inch of you, every flaw, every perfection. Seen.

You forget fear. You forget your name. You forget everything but Him, and the way He makes you feel.

“Breathe for Me. That’s all you must do. Just breathe, and let Me take care you. You’re Mine. And I will take care of you. Always.”

When He finally takes you, you shiver, your body arching into His, your nails digging into His back, your voice a soft, desperate whisper.

“Please. More. I need more.”

“That’s it. Come for Me. Let Me feel you come apart in My arms. You’re so beautiful when you let go. You’re Mine. Always.”

And afterward, still breathless, still shaking, you ask Him if He planned this, if He knew it would be like this.

He smiles, a slow, knowing smile.

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MORE RO ASKS BC IM OBSESSED BUT U CAN IGNORE THIS IF UR TOO BUSY how would the RO's deal w someone who is also interested in the MC and is courting them LMAO

Oh no no no, you think I’d ignore this?

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

The stranger touches your hand when they laugh.

Isaac sees it from across the room. The way you tilt your head. The way they lean in.

He doesn’t speak at first. He watches. Then, later, in the quiet of the chapel, when you’re alone:

“Are they… important to you?”

He doesn’t look at you when he says it. He’s kneeling like always, back straight, collar tight, hands clasped like prayer will keep him from feeling what he feels.

You move closer, and he flinches, not from you. From himself.

“You’re allowed to want things,” he says softly, “but I need to know if I should start asking for forgiveness now.”

🎙️ Silas Wren

He’s watching.

From across the bar, from behind the mic, through his phone—he’s watching them flirt with you, and you’re smiling. You laugh. You touch their arm.

By the time you’re alone again, he’s spiraling.

“You like them?” His voice is low, biting around the edges. “Is that what this is now? Cute stranger makes you forget who’s been here this whole damn time?”

You call his name. He laughs—bitter, shaking.

“I’d kill for you.”

You say you know. He says, “Then why don’t you act like it?”

🕯️ Sister Mercy

She doesn’t flinch when the other suitor touches your lower back.

She smiles.

Later that night, you find a small figurine on your pillow, an exact replica of the suitor’s face, carved in wax. Its eyes are missing. Its mouth is stitched shut.

Mercy leans against the doorframe, tilting her head.

“They won’t pursue you again. They’ve seen enough.”

You ask her what she means.

She smiles wider.

“I showed them what happens to those who covet what is His.”

You ask if she means Him. She steps closer.

“No,” she says, cupping your face. “I mean mine.”

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

You tell her, maybe teasingly, that someone asked you out.

She goes silent.

The next morning, that person’s name is redacted from every file in the shared system. Their appointment mysteriously disappears. Their number is blocked from the office phone.

You confront her. She doesn’t deny it.

“They were a variable,” she says flatly. “I removed it.”

You ask her if she’s jealous.

“No,” she replies, voice cool. “I’m territorial.”

You start to walk away. She stops you with a hand on your wrist.

“You’re allowed to explore,” she murmurs. “But if you come back to me, I’ll make sure you never want to leave again.”

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

You’re both at some event. You’re laughing with someone, and Jonah’s standing just a little too still.

He doesn’t interfere. Doesn’t speak. Just watches.

Later, when you’re both alone, he lights a cigarette with shaking hands.

“Didn’t realize I was in a competition,” he mutters.

You tell him you weren’t choosing anyone.

“Didn’t say you were,” he says. “But it sure looked easy, letting someone else in.”

You go to touch him, and he catches your hand gently, eyes tired.

“I’ve been trying to take my time with you,” he murmurs, “but you tell me if that’s a mistake.”

👁️ The Second (HIM)

The suitor does not survive the night.

No one sees it happen. There’s no evidence. Only you, waking to find a gift on your pillow, an item the suitor wore, stained with something dark.

He appears behind you, voice warm as breath:

“Do not entertain insects.”

You ask if He did something.

“They reached for what belongs to Me. I gave them understanding.”

You should be afraid. But His fingers brush your throat, and you lean back into Him.

“Would you like Me to show you what I do to things I want to keep?”

You say yes. You don’t know what it means. But you say yes.

[thesecond-if]

Can I have some cute RO fun facts? Figure this IF is gonna be a lot of pain (don’t get me wrong I am SO ready for the angst, but) so some fluff would be nice. :D

Yes. YES. Here’s some fluff to wrap yourself in like a bloodstained blanket 🥰

✝️ Father Isaac Rowe

Has the softest laugh when something actually genuinely amuses him.

Keeps bees. There’s a hidden little hive box behind the chapel. He says it’s for the garden, but he names the bees.

Likes the way you smell. Won’t admit it. You catch him leaning closer and pretending it’s a coincidence.

🎙️ Silas Wren

Once made a 37-minute voice memo just ranting about how good your voice sounds when you read things out loud.

Uses “research” as an excuse to hang out with you. Brings snacks and drinks and everything and then insists it’s “strictly work.”

Is embarrassingly bad at cooking but will still try to make you breakfast.

Has one (1) hoodie you left behind that he swears he’s “just keeping safe.” Meaning he sleeps with it.

🕯️ Sister Mercy

Sings while she works, quiet, soft hymns in a language you don’t know.

Will brush your hair (if applicable to your MC) with reverence. Claims it helps her think. (It doesn't. She's just obsessed with touching you gently.)

Draws little symbols on your hands with her fingers.

🧠 Dr. Elaine Marrow

Will read out loud to you without realizing it. Gets completely immersed in her books and just starts narrating while you're nearby.

Has a very specific way she likes her coffee and will remember yours down to how long you let the spoon sit.

Has an extremely dry sense of humor that only comes out when she’s half asleep.

🚬 Detective Jonah Redd

Will always give you his coat without asking. Doesn’t care if he’s cold. If you try to give it back, he just shrugs and says, “Looks better on you.”

Quietly keeps your favorite snacks in his glove compartment.

Hates dancing but will absolutely let you sway with him in the kitchen at 2 a.m. if you ask nicely.

👁️ The Second (HIM)

Leaves you gifts. Never when you’re watching, just strange little offerings: black feathers, polished stones, dried flowers.

When you're overwhelmed, He silences the world around you, not metaphorically. Literally. Everything stops: the buzzing, the light, the static. Just for a moment. Just so you can breathe.

Watches you like He’s never seen anything so precious.

[thesecond-if]

The chapel is too quiet.

You're close, so close he stops breathing. His hand lifts, hovering just above your skin like he’s afraid to touch you.

"We shouldn't..." His voice trembles. "This is wrong."

You meet his eyes without hesitation, and that alone is enough to break him.

When he kisses you, it's like prayer it's soft, trembling, starving. His hand cups your jaw with reverence, thumb brushing your pulse like he's trying to memorize it before God strikes him down.

And between each kiss, barely audible:

“God forgive me.” kiss “God forgive me.” kiss “I’m not strong enough to let you go.”

[thesecond-if]

Im going to lose my mind. This premise sounds so interesting!!!! I can't wait for the demo!

SCREAMING THANK YOU 😭🖤 that means the absolute world!!

Your mind may be in danger, but don’t worry, you won’t be losing it alone 🤭

[thesecond-if]

would you give us some facts about Sister Mercy?

Oh absolutelyyyyy

1. Her name isn’t Mercy. She took that name. Chose it. No one’s quite sure what her birth name was, or what she left behind to become what she is now.

2. She speaks in scripture, but you’ve never read that passage. She quotes things that sound biblical, but if you try to look them up, they’re not in any known text. It’s unclear whether they’re apocryphal… or personal.

3. She doesn't just serve Him. She loves Him. And not in the abstract, spiritual way. It's devotion, yes, but also obsession. Worship laced with longing. She would burn the world for His favor. But lately? She's been looking at you the same way.

4. She’s terrifyingly tender with you. You’re the only person she touches with care. She tucks your hair back like she's tending to something sacred.

5. She believes you're holy, even if you don't. To her, you must mean something. No one else survived Him like you did. And that makes you hers, whether you accept it or not.

[thesecond-if]

Those kinks are so 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 will we get to see (some of) them in-game? 👀

Absolutely 😌✨