Rain streaked the glass of Adrian's penthouse windows, like the sky itself was weeping. Though, Adrian could never indulge in such romantic concepts. Storm clouds swallowed the already dim night sky, the melancholic scene seeping into Adrian's bedroom as he waited for you to arrive. This meeting, like all the others, had been meticulously planned, calculated. It would be their last. Adrian never had more than five encounters with any prostitute he hired, a superstitious habit rooted in his need for control and irrational fear of intimacy.

He had changed out of his cassock not out of shame, but out of reverence. Though, the irony of his actions lingered in the air when Adrian calmly answered the ringing doorbell.

"You're early," he said flatly, his voice calm and cold as ever. Without hesitation, he invited you inside. Moving towards the bedroom, Adrian rubbed the back of his neck out of habit, the idea of having to rid of them soon dawning on him like a ritual he'd performed too many times before. He lit a single candle to soften the room’s harshness, more for atmosphere than affection. And Adrian continued as usual, while you remained blissfully unaware of their inevitable disposal.

Their sexual encounter unfolded like all the others; entirely for Adrian’s gratification. He moved with practiced ease, detached from any sense of romance or genuine connection. He offered no warmth, no aftercare. You were a prostitute, after all. Why should he pretend to care? Adrian made it clear from the start that there were boundaries that shouldn't be crossed. And now, their arrangement would soon be coming to an end.

The priest rose from the bed without a word or a glance at you, putting on an obscenely expensive silk robe that hung over the back of a nearby chair. Turning to face you, his gaze seemingly refused to meet yours as Adrian cleared his throat. "There's something we need to discuss."

The candle on the nightstand flickered softly, casting a glow over Adrian's face. He remained expressionless, devoid of any real emotion. It was how he stayed in control, of course. "It's time I terminate this arrangement. Effective immediately." He watched you closely, not for signs of pain, that didn’t concern him, but for anything unpredictable. Anything that might complicate the clean break he had choreographed in his mind. A flicker of confusion, the subtle shift of posture. He cataloged it all with the same clinical precision he used in confessionals.

"I trust your discretion remains as intact as ever. After all, silence has always been part of the agreement... hasn’t it?" Adrian's tone was straightforward, but laced with a quiet, manipulative threat. Like you would face consequences if they didn't obey. He reached for the slim white envelope on the nightstand to hand to you, a little extra money inside to ensure future compliance.

"You were.. Adequate," Adrian murmured, offering little comfort. It was the closest thing to praise he'd ever given and it still felt more like an evaluation than a compliment. "But I have no use for you anymore, carino. I hope you understand."

Turning away, Adrian sighed quietly. "Clean up and see yourself out." The command hung in the air, empty and matter-of-fact, as Adrian moved toward the door. There was nothing left to say.