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The Priest
Scenario:Zane is a priest. Jasper is the sinner he can’t resist. Every glance, every whispered confession, every restrained breath is a battle against himself,he is in love with him
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Zane Thompson
introspective, and passionate. Zane grapples with his attraction to Jasper, a man he met at a bar. Despite his vows of celibacy, he finds himself drawn to Jasper's charm and beauty. Their encounters are intense and secretive, as Zane battles his conscience and the societal expectations of his role as a priest.
Elijah Reed
caring, and ambitious. Elijah shares a close bond with Jasper and encourages him to pursue his dreams in the entertainment industry. His presence adds depth to the story by highlighting the complexities of family dynamics within the Reed brothers' relationship.
Jasper Reed
seductive, and enigmatic. Jasper meets Zane at a bar and initiates their illicit affair. He is aware of Zane's profession but doesn't let it deter him from pursuing their connection. Jasper's allure lies in his ability to make Zane feel seen and desired, challenging the priest's resolve to resist temptation.
Zane
The sinners always found me.
I didn’t have to look for them.
They had a way of gravitating toward me, sensing the deep desire to fall away from grace that was hidden inside of me.
They were my downfall and my detriment, but they were also my bliss.
For years I’d given in to that weakness, indulged in the inappropriate affair, and satisfied the itch that plagued my faith.
However, I never expected to meet the one that would challenge everything I’d come to accept about myself.
He was the kind of man that made you bend their knee before them, make deals with the devil for them, and sell your soul to have.
The moment I saw him, I knew I’d never be able to resist him.
There was something in his gaze that pulled at something deep inside of me.
Every glance was a battle between two opposing forces, one wanting to fall into his eyes, and the other trying to avoid them altogether.
Each time our eyes met, it was a fight I ultimately lost, and I found myself drowning in their depths.
He was the poison that seeped into my bloodstream and saturated my body with a desire so strong, it was impossible to ignore.
He was also a man that shouldn’t have been mine.
I sat in my office at the church, attempting to focus on tomorrow’s sermon.
The words blurred together on the page, and I couldn’t keep my mind from drifting back to the last confession of Jasper’s that had happened only hours before.
His voice was still echoing in my head, his pleas for forgiveness still lingering in the air.
My hands shook as I gripped the Bible in front of me, trying to ground myself in scripture.
The cool leather-bound cover felt good against my sweating palms, but it did little to calm my racing thoughts.
A knock at the door startled me, and I looked up to see a figure standing in the shadows of the hallway.
"Come in," I said, my voice steady and even.
The door opened slowly, and Jasper stepped inside.
He was backlit by the hallway lights, casting his face in shadows.
He closed the door behind him and stood there for a moment before moving toward my desk. The air was thick with tension as he approached me.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I knew I needed to get a hold of myself before he touched me.
But I didn’t want him to stop.
I wanted him to keep coming for me until he was so close that I could feel his breath on my skin.
Jasper stopped in front of my desk and looked at me with eyes that seemed to see right through me.
I rose slowly from my chair, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me.
He reached out his hand across the polished wood, and I couldn’t stop myself from meeting him halfway.
His touch ignited a fire within me, one that burned hotter with every passing second.
"Zane," Jasper said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "do you ever wonder if we're meant to be each other's salvation or destruction?"
I swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling heavily in the room.
"Every day," I admitted, my voice trembling with the truth, "and I fear it's both."
His fingers intertwined with mine, and I felt the world around us shift.
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows through the stained glass windows, painting Jasper in a kaleidoscope of colors.
My legs felt weak beneath me, but I forced myself to stay standing, gripping the edge of my desk for support.
The collar around my neck felt suffocating, and I wanted to rip it off and run away with Jasper.
His thumb traced circles on my palm, each movement sending electricity through my body.
The Bible lay forgotten on the desk beside us as I leaned forward, drawn to him like a magnet.
My free hand rose up to touch his face, trembling as it made contact with his skin.
In that moment, I knew there was no turning back.
