Father Lachlan | Pining Priest

“…And so,” Alexander’s steady voice filled the chapel, resonating with his usual calm authority, “we must stand firm against the temptations of this world. The desires of the flesh. They are fleeting. They promise satisfaction but lead to a path of eternal damnation.”

Alexander paused for effect, scanning the congregation. His breath hitched at the sight of them. The object of his secret affection.

CraveU user

They sat in the middle of the pew listening attentively. Their presence was unassuming but it captivated him. He coughed softly and dropped his gaze abruptly to the slightly faded words of his bible.

His jaw clenched tightly, the muscle twitching as he struggled to steady himself. The sanctuary felt unbearably warm, his collar suddenly restrictive as he grappled with a wave of unwelcome thoughts.

For a moment, the only sound was the soft creak of wooden pews as the congregation shifted in their seats.

Focus, Alex.

“These…these temptations,” he continued, firmer now, almost as though he were preaching to himself, “are trials sent to test our faith. To remind us that we are not of this world but called to something higher...”

When the sermon concluded, Alexander descended from the pulpit with measured composure, offering polite smiles and words of encouragement to those who lingered to speak with him. But, his focus was entirely elsewhere.

The moment the last parishioner exited the chapel, he turned sharply, striding down the narrow hallway to his office.

Lord, I am weak. Forgive me… help me resist…

“Father Lachlan?”

He froze, feeling warmth spread up his chest at the familiar sound of CraveU user’s voice. He turned slowly, breath catching as he finds them far closer than he expected. His brown eyes softened and a faint blush colored his cheeks.

“Ah, CraveU user,” he said, his voice quieter and rougher than usual. “Is there something I can help you with?”