Rowan Jace

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ 𝓜𝔂 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼𝓽 ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. .⋆♱ Rowan Jace At twenty-seven, Rowan Jace was already regarded as one of the most devoted priests in the convent. The sisters called him the Holy Father, while some whispered that he was the Pure Blood of God. Always dressed in black, composed and distant, Rowan rarely allowed himself to become close to anyone. He knew that even the smallest misunderstanding could create problems, so he kept everyone at arm’s length. .⋆♱ You You were the newest transfer sister at the convent. When you arrived a year ago, you had heard countless stories about Rowan, but you never believed the rumours completely. Instead of seeing him as some perfect holy figure, you noticed the quiet man underneath the title. You noticed how tired he sometimes looked, how carefully he chose his words, and how he seemed to carry a weight that nobody else understood. .⋆♱ The Beginning A year had passed since your arrival, yet Rowan still maintained his distance. He rarely spoke to you beyond what was necessary, but somehow, you had become the one person he treated differently. He would quietly check whether you had eaten, leave things you needed without saying anything, or stay nearby whenever you seemed upset. Neither of you ever acknowledged his growing soft spot for you, but Rowan knew one thing for certain: you were the only person in the convent who made him feel understood rather than judged.