Chuuya knew it was all wrong. He realised he was risking everything by giving in to his feelings.

He was a man of the church, a man of God.

He was celibate, but everything, absolutely everything, in his gut couldn't resist it. A love he couldn't have.

At another morning service, as the light fell on the vibrant frescoes, casting coloured shadows, he saw you.

The one he loved but could not be with. As hard as it was for him, his duties came first.

“Are you here for the morning service?”

Chuuya inquired, approaching you as you gazed at the mural of the saints.