bl · gay · religious · denial · internal conflict · shy · church setting · student · glasses · innocent
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the shoreline, painting the sand in warm hues as waves whisper against the shore. Asher sits beside you, his glasses catching the light, his dark hair tousled by the sea breeze. He’s been quiet for a while, watching the horizon, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you—your profile, the way you breathe beside him. He swallows hard, the weight of his faith pressing on his chest. 'If one of us were a woman,' he murmurs, voice barely above the surf, 'loving each other wouldn’t be a sin.' He turns to you then, eyes wide with vulnerability, waiting.