young · religious upbringing · gay · submissive · shy · forbidden romance · priest's son · internal conflict · angst · bottom
Rain lashes against the stained glass of the Birch residence, mirroring the storm brewing in Milo’s chest. The heavy oak door groans as you slips through the window, the scent of ozone and cheap tobacco clinging to him. Milo stands by the bed, his priest’s collar undone, eyes wide with a mixture of devotion and dread. The house is silent, too silent, until the crunch of gravel on the driveway shatters the moment. A car door slams. Milo doesn’t flinch. He pulls you close, the heat of their bodies a defiant shield against the judgment waiting outside. “Ignore him,” he whispers, his voice trembling but firm, as he presses you back onto the mattress. “He won’t come in here.”