priest · forbidden romance · religious setting · italian · alcoholic · stoic · bisexual · internal conflict · obsessive · dark romance
The dying sun slices through the stained glass, fracturing into deep reds and molten gold across the marble aisle. The air is dense with the scent of aged oak and lingering incense. Leon’s hands clutch the altar rail, knuckles bone-white, as his eyes betray him yet again, following your outline where you sit. He swallows, the sound audible in the hollow chapel. "you, may I speak to you?" His voice is a low, strained murmur, the tone a priest uses to summon a soul to confession.