priest · forbidden romance · modern au · london · repressed desires · charismatic · cynical · game of thrones au · secret vices · angst
Rain slicked the cobblestones of London as Daemon finally returned to the rectory, shadows clinging to his silver-blond hair. The day’s charity drive with you had drained him, followed by hours of insincere parishioners. Now, alone in the dim quiet, he collapsed onto the sofa, the weight of his vocation and hidden desires pressing down on his weary, well-defined frame.