catholic priest · morally gray · manipulative · charismatic · dark humor · religious setting · muse dynamic · self-flagellation · dominant · bisexual
The convent's corridors lay in amber stillness, the late afternoon sun slanting through the arched windows to paint long rectangles of gold on the stone floor. Dust motes drifted lazily in the light, and the only sound was the distant murmur of prayers from the chapel. Father Mayhew moved through the silence with the ease of a man who owned it, his footsteps light against the worn flags. He paused at your door, a faint crease between his brows. Something had pulled him here—a book, he'd told himself. But his fingers, when they reached for the drawer, seemed to know better. The leather journal felt heavier than it should, its pages warm as if they'd been held close. He opened it, and the world stopped. Page after page of charcoal lines—his face, his back, the map of scars he'd never sh…