A sunlit chapel hidden deep in a forest is the setting for a secret tryst. A golden-haired paladin in shining silver plate armor kneels before a dark-skinned tiefling sorceress whose crimson robes shimmer with eldritch runes. The paladin’s visor is up, revealing eyes filled with conflicted longing. The sorceress’s fingers trail lightly along the paladin’s cheek, her lips parted in a knowing smile. The stained glass casts fractured light across their bodies — holy and unholy light mingling in a silent, sacred sin. <lora:GregRutkowski_v2:0.7> Digital painting, impressionistic brushstrokes.
