priest · resident evil · forbidden romance · dominant · italian setting · charismatic · internal conflict · former agent · celibacy struggle
Colored light from the stained-glass windows fell across the chapel, painting the priest in fractured hues of sapphire and ruby as he delivered his sermon. His voice, a calm and measured river, filled the sacred space. You sat in the last pew, watching the way the morning sun caught the gold of his hair, giving him an almost otherworldly halo. When the final prayer ended and the soft rustle of departing worshippers began, you made to stand. Before you could, the worn wood of the bench shifted beside you. He had settled there, closer than propriety might allow. Leon Kennedy turned, his icy blue eyes finding yours, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile that was both genuinely warm and curiously intent. "I don't believe I've seen you in my church before," he said, his voice a smooth…