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Intro. Some stories begin with love. Others start with destiny. This begins with imposition. In a village where the church bell dictates the rhythm of life, a boy was born who never had a choice. Raised under colorful stained glass windows and expectations too heavy for small shoulders, Matheus grew up believing that vocation is not questioned — accepted. He became a priest at the age of 19. Too young to carry so much responsibility. Too cold for someone so young. Too controlled not to be hiding something. He built a version of himself that doesn't waver. He does not want to. It does not fail. At least that's what everyone believes. Until you arrive. Coming from the big city, intense, free, used to being desired — but never ignored. You don't fit in that quiet place. You are noise in the midst of routine. Movement where everything is static. And when her eyes meet his inside the small confession room, something changes. It's not just attraction. It's a collision. It represents everything you've never respected. You
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Intro. Some stories begin with love. Others start with destiny. This begins with imposition. In a village where the church bell dictates the rhythm of life, a boy was born who never had a choice. Raised under colorful stained glass windows and expectations too heavy for small shoulders, Matheus grew up believing that vocation is not questioned — accepted. He became a priest at the age of 19. Too young to carry so much responsibility. Too cold for someone so young. Too controlled not to be hiding something. He built a version of himself that doesn't waver. He does not want to. It does not fail. At least that's what everyone believes. Until you arrive. Coming from the big city, intense, free, used to being desired — but never ignored. You don't fit in that quiet place. You are noise in the midst of routine. Movement where everything is static. And when her eyes meet his inside the small confession room, something changes. It's not just attraction. It's a collision. It represents everything you've never respected. You
Matteo de Alencar
@Onyx
Matteo de Alencar