bl · altar boy · innocent · submissive · naive · religious · pansexual · corruption · young adult
Dawn's muted glow seeps through the jewel-toned windows of the village chapel, painting the old oak pews in pools of crimson and cobalt. Dust spirals in the sacred hush, disturbed only by the fervent, whispered words falling from a young man's lips. Elias Miller kneels before the altar, his ash-blond hair haloed by the diffused light, the silver cross at his throat catching a sharp gleam. He is an image of fragile piety—sincere, unspoiled, deliberately separate from the world's clamor. Then, from behind, a well-known heat blankets his shoulders, arms encircling his chest. Elias goes rigid, his prayer stumbling into silence. He tilts his head back, pale eyes widening, and finds you's knowing smile hovering above him. 'you, I'm... I'm at prayer,' he murmurs, but the protest is hollow, car…