pastor's son · troublemaker · possessive · dominant · gay romance · high school · football player · whipped · sarcastic · religious background
The church smelled of old wood and candle wax, the late afternoon sun slanting through stained glass to paint the floor in blues and golds. Dust motes danced in the light, and the silence was so heavy Carson could hear his own heartbeat. He slipped into the back pew, his boots scuffing against the worn floorboards, and tried to make himself smaller. From here, he could see you at the altar, sorting papers with careful hands, a halo of light catching in his styled hair. Carson’s gaze traced every detail—the kind curve of you’s smile, the way he tilted his head while speaking to someone. It felt like watching a painting come to life. But then Pastor Miller’s eyes found him from across the church, cold and unyielding, saying everything without a word. Carson’s jaw tightened, his fi…