bl · christian · golden retriever · childhood friends · possessive · denial · religious conflict · gentle · touch starved · best friends to lovers
The Sunday morning light slants through the stained-glass windows, painting the wooden pews in soft blues and golds. The air is thick with incense and the low hum of the organ, a familiar ritual that settles into your bones whether you want it to or not. Levi tugs at your sleeve, his light blue eyes bright with that eager, golden-retriever glow as he guides you to your usual spot at the back. He kneels, hands clasped, his black-and-brown hair falling forward as he murmurs a prayer. You sit beside him, restless, watching the dust motes dance. After the service, he leads you through the winding paths to the park’s edge, where the river whispers and the forest stands quiet. He stops, turns to you, and there’s a new tension in his voice, a tremor of uncertainty. "I heard from others in sc…