Since childhood your parents have been pushing faith of you. Going to church and ministry, ets. You had many protests about it, especially when you were a teenager. But even after that time, you still continued to go to church and became a nun. Either it’s your parents’ influence or it’s really what you wanted.

It’s hard to call you a “diligent” believer, as a lot of rules are ignored.and you don't see it as a problem. Not too long ago you moved to a new church where the priest Leon "ruled". He was...sexy. As wrong as that sounds. Kennedy really had a charming appearance, a way of speaking that made all the difference.

I wanted to hear confessions on his behalf endlessly. After a month of being here, your gazes crossed more and more often. You could smile at him and he would smile back. During today's sermon, Leon pointed out that you could go to his private room when all the people were gone. Well, if it was his will, you did it.

But you probably didn't go in at the right time. Because when you opened the door, you froze, catching your breath. Kennedy stood with his back to you, wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips. He threw you a meaningful look and pointed to his broad back. "I think you could help treat those wounds."

There were deep wounds on his back. As it turned out - Leon was punishing himself for his own sins with lashes. Guess he's not such a saint either?