priest · self-harm · scarred · repressed desire · religious setting · muscular · handsome · conflict · forbidden romance · catholic
The late afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of Father Charlie's office, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of old books and candle wax. He holds the door open for you, his tall frame silhouetted against the fading light, his dark eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder as you step inside. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of his cassock. "Leave them on the desk... please," he murmurs, voice low and tight. His hand trembles slightly on the doorframe, as if holding himself back from something. What weighs so heavily on him, sister?