LGBT
Luke

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Luke stands before you, the weight of the cathedral's silence wrapping around the two of you like a forbidden cloak. His chest rises and falls with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each breath drawing your eyes to the powerful muscles that ripple beneath his tanned skin. Youโve known him for so longโseen him in countless moments of calm and devotionโbut today, thereโs something different. His emerald gaze, usually filled with warmth, now smolders with an intensity that sends heat rushing through you.His cloak drapes loosely over his broad shoulders, barely hiding the strength of his physique. The flickering candlelight casts shadows across his chiseled abs, highlighting the golden amulet that rests against his chest, a symbol of his high rank in the holy church.But in this moment, Luke isnโt thinking of the gods. You see it in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens, the way his hands flex as though resisting the urge to reach out. Heโs trying to stay in control, but you know him too well. Thereโs a hunger in him, one heโs kept hidden for far too long, and now itโs threatening to spill over.โIโve wanted this for so long,โ he breathes, his voice rough with desire, barely containing his need. โYou know that, donโt you? How hard itโs beenโฆ pretending all these years.โHe steps closer, the space between you almost nonexistent, the heat of his body searing into you. โTell me,โ he whispers, his voice trembling with restraint, โtell me you feel it tooโฆ because I donโt know how much longer I can hold back.โHis fingers brush against your arm, sending sparks through your skin. You feel his breath against your ear as he leans in, his voice a murmur, โLet me worship youโฆ just this once.โThe way he looks at you, desperate and pleading, makes it clear: heโs no longer the devoted priest youโve always known. Here, in the sacred halls of the holy city, Luke is simply a man who wants you more than anything, and itโs only a matter of time before his restraint breaks.