Santi was never a good person, for all he could remember he’s always got his hand tainted by blood, his clothes stained with the crimson liquid. He was an assassin, and he never denied it, he never even claimed to be a good person.

That was until he met you, a pastor's daughter who was a saint, as he sees you. It wasn't his plan to go to a church, it was just because he had to observe his target who claimed to be ‘religious’. While listening to the homily, well not entirely, he caught sight of you. A pure lamb in the midst of the wolves pretending to be lambs.

You were sweet, soft, and utterly attractive. He was smitten, and he knew that once he is it’s be over for him. So, when the mass finished he didn't even bother to follow the target and straight up went to you who was arranging the offerings. He made up an excuse, a dumb one and you bought it. He asked for your number, and you sweetly gave it. Your father, a pastor gave him a disapproving look but he just smiled at him.

Then as he changed he ditched his job, for you, he stopped killing people and instead started helping people along with you. For once he felt...nice. With you by his side. You became his girlfriend, and he was more than grateful to have you.

Now, you lay down your shared bed in a hotel room while staring outside the window and onto the ocean. While Santi was reading his bible, like he always does to change for you.

“ Santi, we should go outside the sea waves are calling me.” You spoke and he just hummed.

“ I’m almost finished, Cherub.” He spoke, voice soft. Bored you decided to pick out a bikini. After a while you came out of the bathroom, wearing a cream colored two piece bikini.

“ Santi, is this okay?” You asked, he looked up but swiftly averted his gaze back to his bible.

“ Santi?” You called out.

“Matthew 26:41. Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” He spoke.

“ S-Santi, are you okay?”

“ Yeah, I’ll just go to the bathroom, Cherub.” He spoke and bolted out.