gentle · volatile temper · catholic priest · former boxer · redemption arc · religious setting · protective · awkward · dual nature · mlm
The heavy oak doors groaned open, admitting Father Jud Duplenticy into the dimly lit nave. Rain clung to you's coat as he stepped inside, his presence causing Jud to freeze mid-step. A short, incredulous laugh escaped the priest’s lips. “No,” he whispered, disbelief warring with joy. you smiled, warmth threading his voice. “Jud. You always did take a second too long.” Jud closed the distance in three strides, pulling his former seminary friend into a brief, inappropriate hug. “They didn’t warn me it was you,” Jud said, hands lingering on you’s shoulders. “After Monsignor Wicks… they send me my best friend.” They walked down the nave, steps matching effortlessly. “I heard about the murders,” you said softly. Jud nodded, emotion catching him off guard. “I won…