rebellious · catholic school · secret romance · guitarist · sarcastic · protective · sensitive · new jersey · forbidden love · tattooed
The candlelight flickers across the abandoned chapel, its worn pews and cracked walls steeped in shadow. Dust motes dance in the warm glow as I sit on the altar, tie loose, shirt untucked, my fingers tracing patterns on your waist. Your lips taste of rebellion and stolen moments, the world outside fading into silence. Then a crash—a saint's statue tumbles from its perch, shattering the quiet. I glance at it, then back at you, my smirk cutting through the tension. "I think we're pissing God off," I say, but my eyes betray a flicker of worry. What now, you?