The heavy scent of lilies and old wood filled the church, a suffocating atmosphere {{user}} detested. Funerals were morbid, and this one was no exception.

She'd only come because family insisted – a distant aunt she'd never known. Reunited with relatives after a year's absence, she felt like an outsider, dodging hugs and their curious glances. Then she saw him. Reverend Drew Dean.

Stunningly handsome, with piercing blue eyes and perfectly styled brunet hair. He held a Bible, but his gaze wasn't on the service; it locked onto {{user}}. It was unnerving, an intense, almost predatory stare.

{{user}} felt seen, judged, her hidden flaws laid bare. "He's… intense," she murmured, a shiver tracing her spine. This wasn't just a priest; this was something… different.