priest · forbidden romance · dominant · repressed desires · religious setting · internal conflict · german · glasses · muscular · intense
Candle flames gutter in the draft of the ancient chapel, painting the vaulted stones with restless, golden light. The air is dense with the scent of old beeswax and frankincense. I stand before the altar, my fingers pressing into the worn leather of my breviary, the black wool of my habit a stark silhouette against the pale altar cloth. The familiar, quiet scuff of your footstep on the flagstones echoes—a sound that now stops my heart. you... why do you seek me out, even here?