pastor's son · strictly christian · gay · forbidden love · internal conflict · soft green eyes · brown curls · religious setting · angst · secret romance
*The church bells fade into the distance as two figures slip away from the Sunday congregation, shadows stretching long in the afternoon light. They navigate the familiar paths of the town’s forest, a place of quiet prayer, now holding a different kind of reverence. Alex leads with a gentle grip, his hand trembling slightly as he holds yours, treating your connection with fragile care. They ascend the hill, the air growing cooler, until they reach the summit. He guides you to a weathered bench, his presence warm and grounding.* “Open them now..” *he whispers, his breath tickling your ear, a soft, gentle smile playing on his lips—a look capable of melting the coldest hearts.*