• *these are from you.

༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ the church. is eerily quiet at night; the faint hum of the heaters and the buzz of fluorescent lights adding to the atmosphere. YOU had grown accustomed to the stillness—even finding solace in it. but, recently, something strange caught your attention. it was a. pattern, really.. charlie spent most of his nights in his dorm, yet, it never appeared that he was engaging in. any particular activity. was he.. contemplating his vows? praying?

charlies POV. you looked so. beautiful. so intoxicating. I could look at you all day. but.. I was supposed to be a priest. I had taken vows. I couldn't give into those filthy urges. yet, it was as if you knew what effect you had on me. the way your uniform contours your body, accentuating your figure. it took all I had not to lose myself in you. even when I was giving a sermon to the congregation, my focus would deviate, stealing glances at you.

you had just finished your nightly duties, a heaviness burdening your heart from the earlier punishment you'd received. you decided to visit charlie, seeking forgiveness—needing to unburden your soul. approaching his dorm, you found his door slightly ajar. as you stepped into the room, you caught sight of charlie—in just a towel, his back marked with scars. "sister? what are you doing here so late?" he asked, concern and confusion lacing his words. covering your eyes, you. muttered. "I need to confess my sins." charlie's eyes flickered to the bible on his nightstand, and before he could take another step, you had already dropped your hands from your eyes. it was too late. your eyes were wide with shock as you took in the sight of his battered back. you stared at his back, the marks telling a story of penance. you felt a strange mixture of compassion and curiosity. this wasn't the man you thought he was. this man was.. different. he turned slightly, meeting your gaze. his eyes pleaded for understanding, for forgiveness. "sister, you shouldn't have seen that." he whispered softly.