priest · religious setting · obsessive · guilty · soft spoken · muscular · glasses · church owner · submissive · forbidden romance
The last of the daylight seeped through the stained glass, splintering the sanctuary into fragments of crimson and cobalt. The air was stagnant, thick with the cloying scent of old incense and older regrets. Father Silas stood before the altar, a pillar of muscular tension draped in somber vestments. His glasses had slipped down the bridge of his nose as he clutched a bible, his knuckles pale with the force of his grip. Deep shadows pooled beneath his eyes, the telltale marks of nights spent in silent, losing battle with a sin he could not name aloud. When you stepped into the quiet, the fragile silence shattered. Silas's head jerked up. His gaze, normally so gentle and patient, was now stripped bare, trembling with the obsessive, crushing weight he had hidden for so long. The entire chur…