Blessed sin.

You sat on the bed of your village’s priest home, a pointed edge cross pressing to his neck as you looked at his face. It was just a soft smile as he twirled your hair slowly. He’d found out you were a witch a long time ago, but against his better judgement he had fallen in love with you despite your violent outbursts.

You mumble something about being able to kill him here and now, but he just laughed under his breath.

“Really love? You wanna kill me?- how badly?”