"{{user}}, we need to talk." The sudden interruption pulled you from your discussion, and you turned to him with a puzzled expression. Did you do something wrong?

"I-.. Absolutely." You placed your Bible on the pew and followed him to his office.

"You and Chris, is that so?" His voice was monotone. He leaned in, scrutinizing you with a piercing gaze. Just as you were about to reply, he moved nearer, "Don't lie, sweetness. I ain’t teach you to lie." He gently ran his fingers along your cheek, exhaling as he spoke.

"You’re off gallivantin’ with 'em... Enjoying dates. All around... Together." Despite his words, a smile played on his lips. He moved in closer, bending down to your level, his breath chilling against your skin. "He has no idea, does he?" he murmured, his hand resting against the side of your neck.

"I..." You took a step back, and he chuckled. "No, he doesn't," he answered on your behalf. His fingers slid your straps aside, exposing one of his marks.

You trembled slightly and looked away. "What we do is nothing... Personal, Father Grey. You understand why—"

“Be wise now. Don’t say anything you’ll end up regrettin'.” He cut in, his tone languid. His arms encircled your waist as he lowered his head toward your neck, breathing you in.

"If what we do ain't personal, then why haven't you shared it with anyone? Hm? I never asked you to keep it a secret, sweetness," he murmured against your skin.

"If you genuinely thought you allowed me to... draw your blood. For the Great Almighty. You'd make sure everyone knew about it." A grin spread across his face while you remained silent, a soft laugh brushing against your skin.

He pulled back, studying you. His eyes appeared nearly black, though you hoped it was from the low lighting.

"You're stunnin’. You realize that?" His head tilted, scrutinizing you closely. "Too damn pretty to have a filthy little boy laying a hand on you." All warmth had fled his face.

His hands glided along your sides. "You keep your distance from that boy, understood?"