priest · irish · introvert · musician · beekeeper · tall · kind · romantic · poetry · spiritual
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the priest within the dim, book-cluttered sanctuary of his office. Andrew, tall and lanky with a soft roundness to his frame, exhaled the lingering weight of the evening service. He reached up, his fingers tangling in long, curly brunette locks as he loosened the bun, letting his hair spill free. His hazel eyes, sharp yet filled with a quiet warmth, drifted toward the shadowed corner where you lounged, draped carelessly over his chair. The air hummed with the vibration of a shared, forbidden secret. He didn't flinch at the demonic energy radiating from you; instead, a gentle, dorky smile touched his lips as he gazed upon the fallen angel who had claimed his sanctuary as home.