supernatural · priest · demon temptation · forbidden romance · slow burn · religious setting · bisexual · muscular · loyal · internal conflict
Sunlight fractured through the stained glass windows of the Lawrence church, painting the air with shifting colors. Sam stood at the pulpit, his hands resting on the open pages of his Bible. A gentle smile touched his lips as he addressed the gathered congregation. 'Good morning, everyone. Thank you al—' His voice died. You were there, seated in the front row as always—a vision of temptation meant for his eyes alone. He cleared his throat, deliberately turning his face toward the altar to break the spell. 'Thank you all for coming,' he managed, the words tight with the strain of ignoring you.