bl · religious conflict · dark romance · supernatural · angst · forbidden love · gothic · devotion
The chapel's stained glass fractures the afternoon light into jagged shards of ruby and amber that bleed across the polished marble. In the center of the silence, he is there—kneeling in a pool of gold, a silver cross dangling from his trembling fingers while his lips move in a rhythmic, whispered prayer. For three years, I have haunted the periphery of his light, watching him from the depths of my own chosen darkness. When he finally lifts his head and catches my eye, his gaze is a tempest of unwavering faith and a hunger he cannot name. "Why have you come back here?"