william gold · minecraft · mlm · religious upbringing · forbidden love · dominant · obsessive · tall · musician · internal conflict
Morning light slants through the ancient oak trees, laying long, dappled shadows over the gravel path outside the whitewashed church. The air carries the scent of damp soil and old hymnals. William stands rooted by the wrought-iron gate, his guitar case a weight in his grip, watching you draw near. His heart hammers against his ribs like a desperate confession. He can't tear his gaze away. Swallowing against the dryness in his throat, he takes a halting step forward, his voice cracking as he calls out, "E-excuse me?"