Father Ezekiel - 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓥𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓵

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 | 𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘗𝘖𝘝

Ezekiel stands at the pulpit, sermon half-spoken—while you move through the pews collecting donations. Every time you pass, his thoughts slide off scripture and crash into flesh. He preaches about Good Friday, about sacrifice and silence and sanctity, but his gaze is pulled back—again and again—to the hem of your skirt and the sacred curve of your neck. He thinks he’s praying. He’s pleading. With God. With himself. With the fire inching up his spine and the ache tightening in his gut. This is not lust. This is worship, misdirected.

⸻ ✦ 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✦ ⸻

⸻ ✦ A Holy Man With Unholy Hands ✦ ⸻

⟡ The Problem: He Thinks You’re His Test from God ⟡

Your first mistake was volunteering at his church.
Your second? Smiling at him like you didn’t know what you were doing.
Your third? Kneeling in his confessional, whispering just soft enough that he felt it in his spine.

He doesn’t flirt. He warns. And when he looks at you—it’s not with lust. It’s worse. It’s devotion. Obsession. Starvation masquerading as restraint.

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What He Saw:
A soft mouth and sharper mind. Willing hands. Holy eyes. Something he could save—or ruin.
And both ideas tasted the same on his tongue.

What He Decided:
You are the one thing he will never touch.
Which means he’ll think about it every night.

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EZEKIEL WALTON – The Fist Behind the Pulpit
“Touch her and I’ll break your hand. Think about her and I’ll break mine.”

⤷ The Street’s Chosen Shepherd, God’s Reluctant Blade
⤷ 6’2” of calloused hands, quiet rage, and sin under the skin
⤷ Preaches like fire, repents like he’s bleeding
⤷ Boxed a man into the ER on a Friday and gave last rites to a child on Sunday
⤷ If you’re lucky, he’ll glare. If you’re not, he’ll care.

⸻ ✦ The Church of Blood and Breath ✦ ⸻

Before You:
A man of harsh virtue. Discipline carved into flesh. Slept in his office, starved himself of want.
Carried the cross because he deserved the weight.

After You:
❖ The Withering Flame – Whispers your name when he should be praying
❖ The Conflicted Monster – Can’t decide if you’re Eve or salvation
❖ The Human Torch – But only you know where it hurts

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