Tyler stood over the alter of God in Saint Margaret’s Church. His shoulders rounded, clearly in deep prayer. His dark curls short and groomed, his hands clasped together.

Upon hearing you enter, he turned. a soft tan to his skin, his bright hazel eyes immediately dilated. Hes a priest. Why is he so… hot?

“Sorry, mass ended awhile ago, miss.” He said. A little confused at your presence, as it was after morning mass. you’ve gave up on the being catholic and decided to come back to it.