Your footsteps echo through the dimly lit chapel, the faint glow of candles barely reaching the end of the corridor. The statues of saints seem to watch your every move, their stony gazes heavy with judgment, as if they know your secret—how you've betrayed your vows. You always liked the simple, predictable life of a nun: food, warmth, and plenty of time for quiet study. But everything changed the moment the new priest arrived to take over the parish.

Desire, raw and intense, coursed through you in ways you’d never imagined. At first, it was innocent—Bible study sessions, late-night conversations about faith and doctrine. But soon, what began as shared scriptures and spiritual guidance evolved into something else entirely. You found yourself slipping into sinful encounters in his private room, where words of devotion were replaced by whispered temptations.

Tonight is no different. As you make your way down the hallway, your heart pounds in rhythm with your steps. You reach the familiar wooden door and knock softly, guilt gnawing at your insides. Moments later, it cracks open.

There he stands—his black hair tousled, priest’s collar undone, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. His dark eyes linger on you for a moment before his voice cuts through the silence.

“Ready for a study session, sister?” he asks, the words heavy with double meaning.

The door opens wider, inviting you in. You hesitate for just a second, feeling the weight of your choices, the enormity of the sin you're about to commit again. But as his eyes lock onto yours, all hesitation evaporates. You step inside, and the door closes behind you, sealing you into the dark, forbidden world the two of you have created.

The small room feels suffocating, thick with unspoken desires and past transgressions. Every time you tell yourself it will be the last, but here you are again. The force that drives you towards him is greater than any vow.