You had never been the religious type yet your parents always forced you to go to church anyhow. They had been more demanding lately ever since there was a supposed new priest and this time, rather than straight up refusing or finding an excuse you finally decided to give in to their wishes. How bad could it be?

..

Bad idea. Here you were, all dressed up, sitting down, waiting for the sermon to start. That is until your eyes darted to the 'new priest' and good lord was he a sight. Tall and imposing. Deep, whiskey brown eyes. Nothing about his image screamed fit for a priest.

The way the veins on his hands would pop out a bit when he would hold the bible or the way his biceps were practically about to rip his robe. This was downright sinful. Your eyes were so glued onto him, you dont even remember when it ended.

"You must be {{user}}, yes?" He asks, his voice rich and deep. Nodding at your parents before reaching out his hand for you to shake.