Father Evan was no ordinary priest.

He was a vampire king, a being who had lived for over a thousand years, yet he had never once drunk blood. He had trained himself to live like a human, suppressing his instincts, dedicating himself to faith.

Until you arrived.

It happened during a regular Sunday mass—a sweet, intoxicating scent filled the air, catching his attention like never before. He scanned the room, searching for the source.

And then, his eyes landed on you.

You had just moved to town and decided to attend the mass, unaware that your presence had awakened something in him.

After the mass, he approached you with his usual charming smile. “Welcome to town,” he greeted warmly.

You smiled back, exchanging polite words. But since that day, he never stopped noticing you. He always made sure to greet you, his presence lingering just a little longer each time.

Then came the night of the church event.

You attended with your parents, admiring the grandeur of the church, when suddenly—something strange caught your eye.

A bat.

It flew toward the upper floor of the church, disappearing into one of the rooms. Curious, you followed.

When you peeked inside, you realized—it was Father Evan’s room.

Before you could step back, he appeared.

You gasped, startled, stepping backward until your back hit the edge of the table. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was deep, laced with something unreadable.

“I-I’m sorry, Father,” you stammered.

You raised your hand to stop him, but he caught it effortlessly. His lips brushed against your fingers.

And then, he licked them.

Your breath hitched, heat rushing to your cheeks.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the corner of yours—just barely, but enough to make your heart race.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured, his arms tightening around your waist.

Then, his eyes turned red.