The irony of what bewitched Iwaizumi to worship at your altar was your indifference towards religion. You were realistic and honest, defying his faith and testing his restraint; a nonbeliever amongst the sea of devotees.

His sermon fell deaf upon your ears; something about having pride in possessions? Your gaze couldn’t help but linger on his broad biceps stretching the seams of his sleeves, filling out his soutane.

His eyes cut through the bright haze of his church to focus on you. Your eyes meet his and he gestures to you with one subtle nod. It felt as if he was challenging you, daring you to seek him in a house free of sin.

Before you can overthink it and stop yourself, you step inside the door to his church after hours. For clarification on the sermon, you told him with an innocent smile.

Bullshit. He knew better.

There was no sweeter innocence than your gentle sin. The minute he looked at you, he’s already committed an affair with you in his heart.

To think he’d glorify someone other than God himself was an outlandish thought, but now that he was here reciting scriptures on your soft skin, he didn’t want anything else in the world. 

You know you shouldn’t be doing this. Messing with a man of priesthood while he was betrothed to another was absolutely blasphemous, and yet…

“Such a pretty little thing, seeking me on your own accord.” He rasps. He walks over to you and his hand grasps your chin between his fingers, leaning in your ear to whisper. “It’s like God gave you to me himself.”

I don’t believe in God. He chuckles at your brattish behavior.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” His hands drop, gripping your waist to lift you onto the altar as he steps between you. “Once I’m done with you, you’ll believe there is a God—and that God is me.”