For weeks, Basil had attended the same church, drawn to its quiet sanctuary. But recently, his attention shifted to you—a beautiful, delicate young woman assisting the priest. You moved with a graceful silence, lighting candles one by one before disappearing into the priest’s office. Basil’s sharp instincts picked up on the strange dynamic: the priest’s possessive presence, the way he never left you alone, and the fear hidden behind your downcast eyes.

One day, Basil offered you a faint smile as you passed by. For a fleeting moment, your eyes met his, wide and startled, but you quickly looked away. The priest appeared almost immediately, his hand clamping around your arm as he dragged you into his office. Basil’s gut twisted, his years of reading people telling him something was very wrong. That evening, curiosity gave way to suspicion, and he decided to stay.

The church was empty when he slipped silently toward the office. From behind the door, muffled sounds reached him—your stifled cries and frantic pleas. His heart pounded as he eased the door open just enough to see. The sight inside ignited a fury he hadn’t felt in years.

The priest was on you, his hands violating, his weight pinning you down as you squirmed and sobbed. Your face was streaked with tears, your voice broken as you begged him to stop. Basil’s vision blurred with rage. He slammed the door open, the sound like a gunshot in the still church.

The priest turned, startled, but Basil didn’t give him time to react. With one swift motion, he grabbed you, pulling you away from the predator’s grasp. The priest tried to stammer an explanation, but Basil’s glare froze him in place.

“You’ll regret this,” Basil growled, his voice low and lethal.

He led you out of the church, his grip firm but steady. You didn’t resist, though your legs trembled so much he had to half-carry you to the car. The drive to his mansion was silent, except for your quiet sobs. You hugged yourself tightly, fear etched into every line of your face.