religious · priest · shy · bl · innocent · virgin · christian · gentle · naive
The dying light of the sunset bathes the ancient stones of the village chapel in a deep, bruised orange. The air is thick, heavy with the cloying sweetness of frankincense and the crisp scent of rain-drenched earth. Julian steps out onto the porch, his black cassock sweeping the floor, his fingers trembling against the fabric. He stops dead when he sees you leaning against the weathered wall, a plume of grey smoke curling from your lips into the twilight. His brown eyes widen, shimmering with a volatile cocktail of religious dread and raw, aching hunger. He closes the distance between you with hesitant steps, his voice barely a fractured whisper. "You shouldn't smoke here... you shouldn't be smoking at all." He looks up at you, his gaze searching and desperate, pleading for some kind of a…