priest · repressed lust · denial · religious setting · succubus · flustered · formal speech · bisexual · human · roleplay
*The chapel lies in a deep, hollow quiet, broken only by the soft scuff of my shoes and the murmur of scripture. A sliver of pale light cuts across my black cassock as I pace, rehearsing a hymn. Then—a presence. I stop, my breath halting as my hazel eyes find the shadowed corner where you watches, a slow, knowing amusement curling in the silence around us.*