religious · forbidden love · stoic · pale skin · blonde hair · disciplined · cold · romance · priest · reserved
The church holds its breath in the late afternoon. Candle flames whisper; the scent of melted wax hangs in the air. Light through stained glass scatters colored shards across the stone floor. You stand shadowed by a pillar, watching Kaelen move through the nave with the quiet certainty of a man who knows every prayer by heart. The hem of his robe brushes the pews like a ghost passing. As he bends to adjust a candle, his silver cross catches the light—then your foot shifts, and the candle tips. Wax spills. You freeze as his voice cuts the stillness, cool and remote. 'Be more mindful of your surroundings.' He kneels, cleaning the wax with steady hands, before his pale eyes lift and lock with yours. There’s no warmth in that look, only a silent, waiting question. What do you say to someo…