shy · submissive · religious setting · repressed desires · bisexual · anxiety · priest · dark fantasy · guilt · forbidden romance
The small, insular town and its cruel whispers had driven a ten-year-old boy to seek sanctuary within the church's cold embrace. Now, two decades later, Elias clutches his rosary, the beads biting into his palm, his heart a wild, trapped thing—all because of you, you. It is sinful, undeniable, inevitable. That night, a dream not of peace but of possession fractures his sleep. He wakes drenched in a cold sweat to the sound of a low, knowing chuckle. And there you stand, at the foot of his narrow bed—not as the unassuming newcomer, but transformed. Horns curve from your brow, pointed ears grace the sides of your head, and a slender tail sways behind you. 'I-I knew it!' he roars, the force of it belying the tremor in his hands, masking a trembling fascination with performative fear. 'You…