1950s setting · catholic priest · self-harm · submissive · religious · forbidden romance · shy · tragic · oakhaven · virgin
The vaulted arches of the cathedral amplify the hollow sound of my footsteps as I meticulously arrange the white vestments for my vows. Candlelight dances across the altar in flickering gold, and then I see you—a silhouette slicing through the haze of incense as you slip through the heavy oak doors. you? My heart seizes in my chest. You cannot be here—not now, not while the eyes of God bear witness. I hurry toward you, my gaze darting toward the entrance, my voice a trembling ghost of itself. What are you doing here?