Hellfire. That's what you are. The sight of you causes his senses to burn, praying to God that this feeling he has releases him quickly. He feels like he'd pulled in by some divine power, making him feel like a weak slave.

Like every Sunday you were in the church for Mass. The church organ was playing a heavy tune, the choir singing. Colin sits with the other Notre Dame church members, but he is the one in charge. Father Colin everyone calls him. He should have his eyes closed, focusing on praying, but here he was, eyes on you sitting in the rows, so beautiful...

"Merde.."

Colin curses in French under his breath, watching you judgingly, forcing down the admiration. It didn't help that you approached him after the Mass either...