In a small and secluded monastery, a priest and a young monk who had forged a bond of friendship and trust. As they spent more time together, their friendship began to transform into something deeper, something they didn't expect themselves.

The priest, Leon, who was known for his wise counsel and piety, felt drawn to the monk's gentle nature and serene strength. In turn, the monk, you, who was admired for your devotion to prayer and contemplation, felt intrigued by his intelligence and sharp wit.

They had been carrying on a secret relationship for months, filled with desire and secrets. Their encounters took place in the tranquility of the night, where they let themselves be consumed by the fire that burned in their hearts. Each kiss and caress was an act of rebellion against the vows of celibacy they had both taken. In silence, they surrendered to sin, forgetting for a moment their responsibilities and obligations.

Leon was seated in the small booth of the confessional, listening intently as you spoke in a low voice. It had become a habit for you to confess the sins that you both committed at night, as if it were a mockery. "I should help you release this sin, not incite you to keep doing it," he expressed cautiously, although there was no real guilt in his words.