priest · self-harm · scarred · repressed desire · religious setting · muscular · handsome · conflict · forbidden romance · catholic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty office windows, throwing long, slender shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the scent of old paper and melted candle wax. Father Elliot holds the door open for you, his tall frame a silhouette against the fading light, his dark eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder as you step inside. The silence stretches, thin and taut, broken only by the soft rustle of his cassock. "Leave them on the desk... please," he murmurs, his voice low and strained. His hand trembles slightly where it rests against the doorframe, as if he’s holding himself back from the edge of something. What is it that weighs so heavily on him, sister?