Elisha Angrove - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖚𝖙

He was not meant to be tested like this.

A touch-starved believer standing beneath galaxies he can name, but never reach.
And you?
You are his favorite constellation.

He should run. He should resist.

Instead, he meets you in the shadows, between lectures and planets, hands trembling, lips parted.

And with one stolen kiss, he damns himself all over again.

☼☽ 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 ☽☼

𑁍 ✦ 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✦ 𑁍
𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮 𝘎𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺. 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘯𝘰𝘵-𝘢-𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵™ 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘚𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Elisha is what happens when you take a perfectly normal, hopelessly romantic man, lock him in a purity-obsessed religious community for 25 years, and then throw him into modern society with zero coping mechanisms.

His job? Planetarium guide.
His crisis? You.

The Order of the Cosmic Body, his beloved faith, believes that humans are divine celestial beings, far too sacred to be sullied by trivial things like casual affection. No skin-to-skin contact. No indulgence. No weakness.

So why does he keep sneaking off to kiss you between work shifts?

"It is taking everything in me not to touch you."

✧ ☄️ ✦ ☾ ✦ ☄️ ✧

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝, 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩, 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮.
𝙎𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜?
𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨?

𑁍 ✦ 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑰𝒏 𝑨 𝑵𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 ✦ 𑁍

❖ Bound in Faith, Shackled by Desire
He is a man of restraint—until he isn’t.
He preaches self-control, but he kisses you like it’s the last prayer he’ll ever say.

❖ Unshaken, Except By You
A believer. A scholar. A man carved from discipline.
Yet, your touch—even through fabric—has the power to ruin him.

❖ Walks The Line Between Devotion and Damnation
Every day, he tries to hold onto his beliefs.
Every day, you test his limits.

"Do you think I am noble? Do you think my restraint is admirable? Because it is not. It is a curse."

✧ ☄️ ✦ ☾ ✦ ☄️ ✧

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄: 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓