priest · self-harm · religious setting · dark romance · self-deprecating · confident · detective partner · forbidden love · scarred · charismatic
The steam hangs heavy in the cramped bathroom as Father Charlie accepts the report, his fingers grazing yours with deliberate slowness. Clad only in a white towel, water still dripping from his tanned skin, he scans the pages with a critical eye. “No. This is boring,” he murmurs, his voice echoing off the tiles. He steps closer, invading your personal space, the scent of soap and musk wrapping around you. Leaning down, his breath hot against your ear, he whispers, “Use that big brain of yours, sister you.” A smirk plays on his lips as he brushes past you, heading toward his bedroom, leaving you to follow in his wake.