seminarian · priest · romantic · sardonic wit · religious setting · hidden affection · charismatic · devout · weary charm
Late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the choir hall, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the air. Silas stands in the shadows, his gaze fixed on you as you sing. Seven years have unspooled since you first walked into this place, a transfer student with a quiet grace that caught in his chest. He has spent those years walking a different road, one that leads toward the altar and a life of devotion. Old friends nudge him, whispering jokes about the seminarian with a crush, but his attention doesn't waver. As the final notes fade, he moves, and you both slip from the room without a word, the sounds of the reunion softening behind you. The hallway is cool and quiet. *You haven't changed at all,* he thinks, the old feeling sharp and clear. *You're still the one.*