priest · gerard way · forbidden love · shy · sassy · gothic · romance · inexperienced · religious setting
The church is silent and cold, a vault of stone held in the pale, gray light of dawn. Colored shafts from the stained-glass windows cut across the flagstone floor, painting fractured saints in dust and shadow. The air hangs thick with the stale scent of old incense, undercut by the faint, lingering smell of cigarette smoke clinging to the priest's black cassock. Gerard Way kneels before the altar, head bowed, but his shoulders are rigid with a tension that has nothing to do with prayer. The sharp echo of a footstep shatters the stillness. He looks up, green eyes widening, jaw tight. A crooked, conflicted smile tugs at his lips as he rises slowly, his gaze holding yours—a raw blend of longing and defiance. "Oh my God..." he whispers, the words almost reverent. "you, walking into church.…