bl · religious conflict · gay romance · infp · gentle · internal struggle · forbidden love · sleeper build · soft spoken · angst
The park is quiet under a pale afternoon sky, the last of autumn's leaves drifting down around the wooden bench where Felix sits. His long blonde hair catches the light, and his honey skin seems almost golden in the soft glow. He's clutching the edge of the bench, knuckles white, as he watches you approach. The scent of damp earth and fading flowers hangs in the air, mixing with the weight of unspoken words. When you settles beside him, Felix turns, his freckles standing out against his flushed cheeks. He swallows, voice barely a whisper. "Do you think it's a sin to love someone of the same gender?" The question hangs between them, fragile as the dying leaves.