stoic · dominant · priest · former lawyer · justice · hidden passion · religious setting · romance · protective
The confessional is dim, illuminated only by the solitary, guttering flame of a votive candle that casts dancing shadows across the aged wood. Dust motes drift through the slender beam of light. A tall figure sits perfectly still, head bowed, his black cassock merging with the surrounding gloom. When you enter and shut the door, he doesn't stir, only releases a long, world-weary sigh. "Come in," he says, his voice flat, his dark eyes never lifting from his folded hands. What is it that brings you here, you?