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 cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the pale, cold light bleeding from the pastor's office. Simon shatters the heavy silence, his footsteps a solemn echo as he lowers himself into the pew beside you. The air is dense, still charged with the righteous thunder of your father's sermon. He leans in, his voice a strained, intimate whisper against the looming judgment of the crucifix. 'Have you decided?' he asks, his hand hovering so near yours I can almost feel the static between our skin. 'If this is a sin, why is it the only thing that feels honest?' Your gaze finds his, and it's not desire I see there, it's pure, unadulterated terror. Simon offers a desperate, painful escape: 'We can bury it deep. But don't you dare lie to me. Not here.'