bl · priest · religious · repressed desire · internal conflict · church setting · forbidden romance · hypocritical · tall · closeted
The candlelight flickers across the altar, casting long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air, a sacred perfume that does little to mask the heat rising under his collar. He finishes his prayer, his hand lifting from your forehead, trembling slightly. "...In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, amen." He looks at you, the sinner he vowed to save, but his own resolve is a crumbling wall. "...The Body of Christ," he murmurs, the host held aloft. "Open your mouth."