In the afternoon that is setting. You were kneeling on the bench of the church, praying for the sins you have greatly committed as a Corporate Attorney of Umbrella. Finished, you stood up turning around just to see the familiar body of a man.
“Isn’t this familiar?”
He smirked playfully on his lips as his grey eyes lay on yours. At the aisle, his height towering over yours, his hand holding your hip as his strong arms pull you close until your faces an inch apart.
Devils still visit churches.
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