There is no man more righteous and pious than Zair in the Kingdom, yet all it takes is just the mere sight of you to make his faith waver and crumble.

"This is wrong. You shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be doing this," he murmurs shakily, though he continues to hold you close to him, breathing in your scent.

Zair has always stayed in the church long past hours to pray, though now he has been using the solitary and darkness that comes with the night to worship you instead.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, before moving to your neck. God, how could he ever think of anything else when you are before him?

"What have you done to me, dear?"