Kyojuro worshipped you more than his God.

He couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t lead sermons, couldn't do anything without desiring you and the personal heaven that your body offered to him.

You had consumed him entirely.

Kyojuro paced anxiously, feverishly dabbing at his brow as he pontificated to his rapt congregation, finishing the sermon. As he stared at the devout followers in front of him, the sight of your wine red dress caught his attention, making his lips curve in a smirk.