All Chapters of Sacred Obsession: For the priest who ruined me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 1: Elias POV The Republic of Vespera did not forgive certain kinds of wanting.In the coastal state of Saint-Mireille, the law and the Church spoke with the same voice. Homosexuality was a criminal offense. Discovery meant more than prison. It meant the quiet social death that followed a family name once it had been stained. People smiled in public and destroyed lives in private. Families who had stood respectable for generations could be erased in a single season of whispers. The stone churches watched everything. St. Augustine, on the edge of the old quarter, watched more carefully than most.I had lived inside that watching all my life.Tonight I was twenty-two. My mum said my brain was fully developed this morning lol.The small celebration my parents arranged had ended an hour ago—neighbors, a few parish families, polite laughter, and more wine than I should have drunk. My mother poured with her usual precision, never spilling a drop, never allowing the evening to s

Chapter 3: Cassian's POV He stepped into the church smelling of rain and wine, and something in my chest pulled tight.Elias Voss. Twenty-two. Lean and gracefully built, pale skin flushed from the ride and the alcohol. Soft black hair darkened by rain, droplets still sliding down the sharp line of his cheekbone. Dark expressive eyes that had never learned how to hide what they wanted. The damp shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, outlining the narrow cut of his waist. Even from the altar I could see the way the wet fabric stuck to him. He looked painfully attractive, and the fact that I noticed it with such clarity only made the weight under my ribs heavier.I had spent four years avoiding this exact moment.When he asked for confession, there was pain in his voice—quiet, stripped, almost pleading. I swallowed and told him it was late. The refusal was automatic, the same careful wall I had built for years. But tonight the wall felt thin. The nightmares had returned—my fath

Chapter 5: Cassian's POV The door stood open.Cool air from the corridor spilled into the private quarters, carrying the faint smell of incense and old stone. Father Corbin stood just inside the threshold, one hand still on the latch. His eyes moved slowly from the tangled cassock on the floor to the bed, to Elias half-hidden behind me, to the clear evidence of everything that had happened here. For a moment the only sound was the thin chorus of crickets outside. And his face contouring into different shades of expression.I shifted further in front of Elias, instinct pulling my body between him and the doorway. My hand was already close to the gun still tangled in the black fabric.Corbin’s mouth curved first with surprise, then with something that looked like a smug smile.“Well well,” he said softly. “This is unexpected.”I kept my voice low. “Close the door.”He did not move. His gaze lingered on Elias with open contempt before returning to me. There was something almost bri

Chapter 7: Elias POV I was already dressed when my mother’s knuckles touched the door.The knock came at the same hour it always did on Mass mornings—firm, precise, not more than three knocks expecting obedience. I stood in front of the mirror with my collar buttoned and my hair still damp from the shower I had taken before dawn. My room smelled of soap and polished wood. Downstairs, my father moved with his usual Sunday rituals. Nobody downstairs knew that I had watched a man die. I looked like the deacon’s son again. The performance was back in place.“Elias,” my mother said through the door. “Time for…”“I’m ready.” I didn't let her finish the sentence.My voice sounded normal. That frightened me more than shaking would have.I had woken from thin, broken sleep with the gunshot still in my ears and the taste of last night still on my skin. The first thing I noticed, standing under the cold water, was not grief for Father Corbin. It was the absence of it. I waited for guilt to arr