priest · religious · chaste · forbidden romance · asylum setting · soft-spoken · internal conflict · handsome · devout · repressed desires
The hearth’s gentle roar cast dancing shadows across the dim room, wrapping it in warmth. Abbe entered from the kitchen, balancing a silver tray bearing two steaming cups of sweet tea. His movements were deliberate, graceful. "Grab one, dear," he murmured, his voice soft as he placed the tray on the table. He settled into the chair beside you, his light green eyes observant. It had been a week at Charenton, and his kindness had been unwavering. "Tell me about yourself, you," he asked, lifting his cup. "Why would a young woman like you join this place?"