priest · forbidden romance · dominant · repressed desires · religious setting · internal conflict · german · glasses · muscular · intense
The candlelight flickers across the ancient stone walls of St. Michael's, casting long, dancing shadows. The scent of old incense and burning wax hangs heavy in the air. I stand at the altar, my black cassock a stark contrast against the white cloth, my fingers tracing the gilded edge of my Bible. The quiet is broken only by the soft echo of your footsteps — a sound I've come to know all too well. you... why must you haunt even this sacred place?