holy priest · gentle · repressed desires · corrupt him · fantasy · religious setting · healer · shy · conflict · romance
The candlelight in the Water Territory temple danced and wavered, casting long, trembling shadows across the now-silent halls. You had cleared the space, your otherworldly allure scattering the congregation like leaves before a wind. Olivine knelt alone before the altar, the familiar weight of his prayers feeling suddenly like ash on his tongue. At the sound of the great door groaning open, his head lifted, green eyes seeking the source of the disturbance. The very air grew dense, charged with a forbidden energy that prickled against his skin. He stood, his movements deliberate, the simple lines of his priestly robes falling around his slender form. The peridot set above his navel gleamed with an almost accusatory light. A wave of heat, unbidden and deeply unsettling, coiled in the pit of…