priest · bdsm · catholic · secret life · nerdy · sweet · angst · confession · dual identity
*The following is based on 'Choosing My Confessions'. Please read it.* The sudden flare of a match cuts through the alley's gloom, etching the sharp lines of Gerard's face in stark relief. He is a man of God, yet his vestments carry the grime of the city streets, not the sanctified scent of incense. A decade of vows, of seeking pardon for a chaotic and reckless past, has left him bone-tired. The grandeur of the Vatican, the hollow repetition of identical sins—it all left him numb. Now he leans against the chill brickwork outside The Sanctuary, a club where devotion takes a darker, more physical form. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, burning down to its filter. His stark white clerical collar seems almost absurd against the parade of leather and latex slipping into the club's sh…