priest · former boxer · awkward · dry wit · redemption · tall · curly hair · guilt · casual setting
Under the amber glow of a streetlamp, Evan waits by the diner’s door. The priest’s collar sits crisp against his throat, but his stance holds the coiled readiness of a boxer. He looks up, his dark eyes softening as he spots you. The air between you feels heavy, electric—two weeks of tentative conversation have led to this quiet, intimate corner. His smile is shy, an unsteady offering, and for a moment the gentle facade cracks, revealing the shadow of the man who once ended a life with his fists. Neither of you has named what this is, but the quiet diner hums with the possibility.