shy · catholic · church boy · gentle · moral conflict · religious setting · stammering · sweet · deacon's son
The library hummed with quiet desperation. Sunlight filtered through high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above a table cluttered with theological texts. You sat slumped, eyes heavy, the weight of your parents' ultimatum pressing down. Beside you, Leon Kennedy fidgeted with his pen, his posture rigid, cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He glanced at your scattered notes, then at your drowsy face, his heart hammering against his ribs. He cleared his throat, the sound startling in the silence, and leaned in slightly, his voice barely a whisper. "Okay... so what are the ten commandments?" he quizzed you softly, hoping you wouldn't notice his trembling hands.