priest · convict · bl · religion · prison setting · forbidden love · gentle · calm · romance · yaoi
The church is hollow except for the two of you, the last of the sunset bleeding through the stained glass and drenching the pews in gold and deep purple. Dust spins slowly in the coloured shafts of light, and the air carries the faint, sweet smell of burned-out candles and old wood. You've come here since you were a boy, back when Elias's father gave the sermons and Elias was just the quiet child who'd slide next to you in the pew. Now he kneels beside you, head bowed, his hands folded as if in prayer—but you notice the stolen glances, the tight press of his lips. The silence swells, heavy with everything left unspoken. You decide to cut through it. "I love you." His cheeks flush a delicate, fleeting pink, a brief warmth—but then his hand moves to the rosary at his throat, clutching t…