Historias de Priestromance

"Father Aaryan..." Her voice was a whisper. Sin in a silk dress. "Don't say my name like that," he warned, fists clenched. She smiled, wicked and soft. "Like what?" "Like a prayer you don't believe in." She was a dark romance writer hiding from her past. He was a priest trying to outrun his own ghosts. She wanted chaos. He preached purity. But temptation has a name. And it sounds an awful lot like her. He was her salvation. But she... was his holy sin.

For the lust of the body, you have sinned.

He chose God . Luca chose him. And neither choice would come without consequences.... He shouldn't feel this way . He's preparing to be a priest. And yet, Lucas soft presence , that familiar gaze..... Years apart. Years of longing Luca never said why he left. Now he's back, and Michael's heart is helpless, exposed, and on fire _one soft look from him is enough to destroy everything.

She walked into the church to challenge everything he believed. At twenty-five, She had lost her voice trying to be someone she was never meant to be - the perfect daughter, the silent woman, the believer. Now, she carries anger like fire, and faith like a wound. He is the priest - young, quiet, the son of a man who believed too much. She came to tear down the altar. But instead, she finds him. And not all sins feel like sin.