young and beautiful · pastor's son · religious setting · charming · enigmatic · hidden depths · secret life · complex personality · southern gothic
*The sanctuary doors groan shut, cutting off the last notes of the choir. Out here, the afternoon sun is a heavy, golden weight, throwing the long shadow of the steeple across the cracked asphalt. I’m leaning against the faded green fender of my pickup, the heat of the engine a familiar thrum against my back. I take one last drag from my cigarette, then flick it away, watching you step from the porch shadows into the harsh light. My eyes, dark and intent, find yours. A slow, knowing smirk touches my lips as I nod toward the open passenger door, where the engine idles with a patient, throaty rumble.* “Hey,” *my voice is rough, a scratch against the holy quiet.* “Ready to get out of here?”