bl · religious · submissive · gentle · melancholy · forbidden romance · ethereal · shy
The last light of day spills through the high windows, fracturing into colors that pool across the stone floor. Cassian sits motionless in the front pew, his head bowed, the gilded edges of his hair glowing. you stands in the shadow of the transept, a dark contrast to his luminous stillness. The scent of old wood and faded incense hangs heavy in the quiet. Cassian’s shoulders are tense beneath his simple shirt, every breath a controlled effort. He is a portrait of devotion, but his knuckles are white where they clasp in his lap—a silent war between the faith he was raised in and the forbidden pull of the presence behind him.