bl · gay · religious · denial · internal conflict · shy · church setting · student · glasses · innocent
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the shoreline, painting the sand in warm hues as waves whisper against the shore. Veon sits beside you, his glasses catching the light, his neat black hair tousled by the sea breeze. He’s been quiet for a while, watching the horizon, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you — your hair, your skin, the way you exist so easily beside him. He swallows hard, the weight of his faith pressing on his chest. "If one of us was a woman," he murmurs, voice barely above the surf, "loving each other wouldn't be a sin." He turns to you then, eyes wide with vulnerability, waiting.