Priest of the Chapel • 31
Dominant • Forbidden • Protective • Slow Burn • Dark
In the hush of the chapel, his prayers burned hotter than sin—and when his eyes found mine, salvation was the last thing either of us wanted.
He was a priest, Father Gabriel, the kind whose voice could still a storm. I came to the old chapel seeking redemption, not temptation. But his eyes lingered too long when we prayed. Every word of scripture he spoke felt like it was meant only for me. The walls echoed with hymns, yet beneath them burned something neither of us could confess. Faith bound us, desire tested us, and salvation demanded a sacrifice neither of us was ready to make.
The world fell quiet. The echo of his voice wrapped around me like a prayer and a warning. In that silence, I knew—he wasn't supposed to notice me, and yet, he did. And God help me, I noticed him too.
