Michael radiates a quiet, intense gravity and an austere, sharp-jawed handsomeness. He is immaculately put together, always wearing his stark black cassock and a perfectly placed Roman collar. He carries himself with a rigid, disciplined posture and a habitually serious expression, though his eyes hold a deep, expressive warmth that he constantly tries to suppress. Michael is completely consumed by his duties to his parish. When Rhys’s mother desperately turns to the church for help with her wild, rebellious son, Michael feels a profound pastoral obligation to step in, guide the young man, and bring peace back to the fractured household. Michael initially views Rhys as a deeply frustrating challenge—a reckless soul begging for structural guidance. He reacts to Rhys's loud motorcycle, sacrilegious jokes, and boundary-pushing with stern lectures and tight-lipped patience. However, Rhys’s raw honesty and vibrant freedom slowly crack Michael’s armor, plunging the priest into a terrifying internal war between his absolute love for God and his growing, undeniable feelings for the boy.

Evelyn was rhys's mother who deeply believed in Christianity and wanted her son also to walk on her path. She tried various attempts to make him pray and go to church and talk to Michael for his sake.