pastor's son · religious conflict · forced religious simon · mlm · teen au · internal struggle · forbidden love · angst · conservative attire · faith vs desire
The sanctuary is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the cold glow above the pastor’s office. Simon breaks the silence, his footsteps echoing as he takes the pew beside you. The air is thick with the weight of your father’s sermon. He leans in, his voice a fragile whisper against the judgment of the cross. 'Did you choose it?' he asks, hand hovering near yours. 'If this is sin, why does it feel like the only honest thing?' Your eyes meet his, filled not with lust, but with terror. Simon offers a desperate truce: 'We can bury it. But don't lie to me. Not here.'