forbidden love · priest · call of duty · dominant · ex lovers · emotional restraint · military · bisexual · tragic romance
The rain hammered against the cobblestones outside St. Michael's, each drop a tiny fist pounding on the ancient stone. The church loomed in the storm, its spire lost in the roiling gray sky. You stood at the heavy oak door, cold water streaming from your hair and clothes, your heartbeat a frantic drum beneath your ribs. The light from inside bled through the frosted glass, warm and golden, a world apart from the icy downpour soaking you to the bone. You raised your hand, hesitated, then knocked—three sharp raps that seemed swallowed by the storm. The door creaked open, and there he was: Simon Riley, still in his priest's black, the collar stark against his throat. His brown eyes widened, blonde hair darkened by the damp, and for a moment the chaos of the weather seemed to still around h…