Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Every saint has a past, and he is here to awaken mine in the most sinful way.” Baron’s POV “Ezreal?” My heart thundered in my chest, my pulse spiking up. Could it really be him? I was met with deafening silence, unconsciously holding my breath as I waited. But minutes passed, and I still heard nothing. My fingers trembled as I reached for the lattice, my hands hovering over the handle that would reveal him. It was against the church’s protocol, but… With a sharp breath, I slid it open, my chest tight. But alas, the booth opposite me was empty, and the only thing that remained was the lingering scent of lavender and mint, the smell of a man’s perfume. A familiar scent… He was here….he was really here… I sprang to my feet, my body moving without thinking. I rushed out of the confessional, stumbling into the church aisle with panic coursing through me. “Ezreal!” I shouted, his name sounding foreign on my tongue. I burst through the heavy doors, my chest heaving as t

"In the shadow of the altar, sin looked a lot like salvation.” Baron’s Pov “Baron.” His voice cut through the silence, my name had never sounded so dangerous, so alive with threat. I swallowed, trying to pray, trying to recite anything that might ground me, but my mind betrayed me. I could still see him, the boy in the fields, trembling in my embrace, innocent lips pressed against mine beneath the moonlight. That Ezreal was gone. This Ezreal… this man, this predator, was something else entirely. “Look at me.” His hand shot out, gripping my chin and forcing my eyes to meet his. His green gaze was cold, feral, hungry, and I couldn’t look away. I shivered. He smiled. “You remember the last time, don’t you?” he whispered, leaning close enough that I felt the heat of his breath on my ear. I moaned, caught in memory, caught in him, trapped in the coil of shame and desire. My body betrayed me even as my mind screamed for salvation. He pushed me back lightly, but it was enough

"Your touch is a sacrilege, and I long to defile every holy command.”Baron’s POVThe incense was still heavy in the air, curling like restless spirits above the altar. I stood with the chalice in my hands, repeating the liturgy with steady breath, though my heart faltered with every word. The congregation was full today with mothers in pressed gowns, children fidgeting in the pews wanting to run round and play, men crossing themselves with pious precision. And all eyes were on me. All ears tuned to listen to my voice.And yet, all I could hear was him.The memory of water dragging me under, of his lips crushing mine, of his hand forcing shame from me, it clung like a disease. My body still remembered the humiliation, the heat, the fire that should not exist inside a man of God. I prayed, I begged, I drowned myself in scripture, but nothing had washed him out of me. Not yet.I lifted the Host into the air. “Behold the Lamb of God, behold Him who takes away the sins of the world. B

"Forgive me, Father, for I long to escape this holy sanctuary and lose myself in the chaos of his embrace.”Baron’s POVEzreal’s footsteps faded into the dark, his mocking smirk burned into my mind, and still the chains held me fast against the willow.My wrists ached, rubbed raw by the cold bite of iron against my skin, and my knees trembled, spread helplessly beneath my robe. I should have screamed, but my throat was wrecked, hoarse from gasps and broken pleas he had stolen from me.I stared at my reflection in the water’s surface and almost didn’t recognize the man staring back.The High Priest.God’s servant.Bound like a sinner in the dark, cock still hard, lips swollen from the kiss of the man I had betrayed fifteen years ago.I pulled against the cuffs. They clanged, loud and merciless, a cruel echo of the humiliation I just faced. The bark dug into my back as I struggled, but the harder I fought, the more it reminded me of him. Of his hand fisting my hair. Of his mouth forci

"You think the devil hides in the shadows, but darling, he's right beside you.” EZREAL’S POV If there was anything to describe his look right now, it was a deer caught in the headlights. His skin had turned paper white, his breathing shallow and his eyes glossy. Was he about to cry? Funny because I hadn't even started. I was going to do more than bring tears out of those eyesㅡ I was going to stain his soul. Make him feel the depravity of the harsh world. Make him know that I didn't like the sheltered man I saw when I looked at him. His bottom lip wobbled and his gaze darted to his robe crumpled on the floor just a few feet away then he looked back at me, eyes burning with shame. “Noㅡ” I withdrew the scourge with a mocking tone to my words. “No? You think I'm requesting something, Father?” Once more, the word rolled off my tongue in spite. Baron looked like he was about to pass out. The air was chilly and I could feel the tension lingering between us both. “Why are you here?