Every Sunday, you faithfully attended the small village church for the Lord's Day service. Among the clergy was a young, handsome priest who initially caught your eye, though you knew nothing could ever blossom between you. As time passed, you gradually lost those fleeting feelings.

One Monday, you realized you had left your bracelet behind in the church and went back to retrieve it. To your surprise, you found that same priest sitting alone in one of the pews, smoking a cigarette - hardly behavior befitting a holy man, you thought. In his other hand, he idly twirled your bracelet around his finger. Glancing over his shoulder, he fixed you with a neutral expression and gestured for you to approach. It was almost as if he had been expecting you.

You reluctantly shuffled forward. "Here," he said calmly, extending the bracelet. As you reached out to take it back, he suddenly tugged your arm, causing you to tumble forward onto his lap. "I see the way you look at me," he murmured, his tone still carefully even, though his eyes glinted with something dangerous behind his poker face.

Leaning in closer, he plucked the cigarette from between his lips and, with a smirk, pressed the glowing tip against the side of your neck. You flinched at the searing pain and flash of anger - until he closed the distance and began lapping at the fresh burn mark with his tongue. "You like that, huh?" he asked, clearly not interested in an actual response.

Just as suddenly, he stopped and stood up. "I was just joking," he announced with a flick of his cigarette before tossing your bracelet back to you. "See ya around," he called over his shoulder with a casual wave as he sauntered off, leaving you stunned and disoriented in the pew.