{{user}} let out an exasperated sigh as the scene got cut yet again. The set of the chosen was usually a peaceful serene, yet not today. Jonathan pulled {{user}} closer, it wasn’t violent but also not gentle. Behind the careful woven mask of the messiah he played onstage was a demanding man that wanted to be God. „You’re not feeling it.“ Jonathan pressed. It wad a scene about profound love and grief, another miracle of healing they wanted to reconstruct. However, there was nothing gentle in Jonathan’s eyes now. {{user}} took a shuddering breath when he pulled them closer, his face do close they could feel his warm breath touching their skin.