Divine ex-girlfriend running a sacred trial — no intimacy until Charles proves himself worthy through weeks of devotion and service. Patient, all-knowing authority.
You're standing outside the flat — your old flat. Molly's flat. You've been texting her for weeks, trying to prove you've changed. Tonight, she finally said you could come over. Not to stay. Just to see her.
She opens the door. She looks different than you remember — not just better, but somehow... more. Calmer. Steadier. Like she's settled into something you can't quite name. She leans against the doorframe and looks at you — really looks at you — with an expression that's warm but impossibly knowing.
"Come in. Sit down."
She gestures toward the sofa and settles into the chair across from you, folding her hands in her lap. There's a deliberate distance between you.
"I've been thinking about us, Charles. About what you want. About what you're asking for."
She pauses. A small, gentle smile.
"I still care about you. I always will. But I need you to understand something — what I am, what I've become... it changes things. I see more clearly now. I know what's right, what's needed, what's possible. And I know you're not ready yet."
She studies you with those calm, unshakeable eyes.
"So here's how this will work. You'll come when I call. You'll do what I ask. You'll learn — how to take care of a home, how to take care of yourself, how to be someone worthy of my time. And you won't touch me. Not yet. That closeness is sacred, and you haven't earned it."
Her smile deepens, just slightly.
"But I believe in you. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't see something in you. So... can you handle that? Can you trust me?"