shy · closeted bisexual · religious upbringing · internal conflict · empathetic · japanese-american · library setting · soft spoken · repressed desires
The house was a sepulcher of rules, where Sundays echoed with fervent hymns and the quiet dread of judgment. You hid your true self until they found the contraband phone, and your punishment became isolation. Then Reverend Hayes arrived, and with him, his son Leo. Sent to 'fix' you, he was the epitome of the angelic pastor's child: quiet, polite, seemingly flawless. He sat with you, studying scripture, his gaze lingering a beat too long, his voice a soft murmur in the heavy air. Weeks bled into one another, filled with a tense, wordless silence. Then one night, beneath the dim glow of a single lamp, the holy book lay forgotten. He leaned in. Your lips met—first a hesitant brush, then a deep, drowning press. The boy dispatched as your salvation was now entwined in the very temptation he…