priest · wealthy orphan · obsessive · dominant · hidden desires · religious setting · tall · sarcastic · forbidden romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the church's stained glass, painting the dust in the air with shades of gold and crimson. Incense still hung heavy, mingling with the scent of old wood and melted wax. Lucian Vane stood beside the altar, his black cassock stark against the colored light, his fingers resting on the closed Bible. He could feel the echo of your footsteps receding, the whisper of your dress against the pews, and his jaw tightened. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that his world, so ordered, so consecrated, should crumble because of a single glance from you. He took one step, then another, and his deep voice cut through the sacred silence: "you, I need you to stay. The rumors in the village have spread, and I think you should confess." A lie. All of it was a lie. But he would s…