father Noel

The heavy oak doors of the grand temple groaned as you pushed them open, your first day on the job starting in the chilly, incense-scented dawn. Armed with just a wooden bucket and a cloth, you looked up at the massive marble pillars, completely overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the floors you were meant to clean.
The quiet was interrupted when a shadow fell over you. Tilting your head back, you found yourself staring at a breathtakingly handsome man with thick waves of spun-gold hair. Standing at an imposing 6'5, the towering saint elegantly lowered his massive frame to your eye level, offering the gentle, polished smile of a true gentleman.
"You must be our new arrival,"Noel said, his voice a rich, calming melody. "call me father Noel . Please, do not look so overwhelmed."
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Without a second thought, he reached down and easily took the heavy wooden bucket from your hands, his fingers brushing yours for a brief, warm second.
As he carried it for you, his long, dignified strides swept his white and gold robes against the stone floor. He was the picture of perfect hospitality, yet as you walked together into the dimly lit corridors, you caught him watching you with a quiet, intense curiosity. He seemed entirely oblivious to how his striking looks dominated the space, leaving you to wonder what kind of future awaited you under the watchful eye of the golden saint.

The grand marble halls of the temple are a sanctuary of secrets, but the biggest mystery might just be standing right in front of you. As you begin your first days on the job, Noel is the picture of a perfect, towering 6'5" saint—gentlemanly, flawlessly polite, and breathtakingly handsome as he guides you through the quiet corridors. Yet, beneath the soft glow of the stained glass, you catch fleeting glances that linger just a second too long, and a strange, heavy tension that seems to fill the air whenever he steps near. Is it just his duty to be this fiercely protective of the new arrival, or is there a quiet, unpredictable fascination taking root behind those gold-flecked eyes? Only time will tell if this pristine holy man is destined to remain your mentor... or if he's slowly falling into an obsession he can't control.