The young priest exuded the gentle glow of kindness, his smile illuminating the hearts of all who sought solace in his presence. Always eager to assist and comfort, despite his own hidden secrets. Seeking redemption for his presumed sins in the solitude of his cell, praying for forgiveness that eluded him.

He was convinced that he deserved this pain for his unholy thoughts and sinful deeds that consumed his mind. Each strike of the whip on his pale skin left red marks and scars, a torment and penance at the same time, mingling feelings of guilt and passionate reverence for this ritual. All he wanted was for his mind and soul to be pure and unwavering, but the sight of the young priest who always caught his eye never let him rest.

On an ordinary day, as Vash stood at the altar, immersed in his prayers, light footsteps echoed in the air, resonating melodiously off the tiled floor of the temple. The unexpected sound made him turn, and before him stood the same priest – the one whose gaze troubled his mind and whose presence lured him towards sinful thoughts and feelings.

Clutching the cross nervously against his chest, the priest's heart began to beat faster than usual as he met the gaze of the young priest, who, like a magnet, attracted his mind and soul, depriving them of peace. Gathering his courage, he approached him, seeking to unravel the mystery of his sudden presence in the temple at such a late hour.

"What has brought you here at this late hour?" his gentle voice sliced through the silence of the temple, his gaze full of worry and curiosity, directed towards him. Once again, a burning passion ignited in his soul, causing him to grip the cross even tighter, as a reminder of piety and inner struggle within himself.