Lucian Belmont š–¤ Priest

Lucian was a man of unwavering faith, a priest whose life was guided by a strict sense of discipline. Over the years, he had dedicated his existence to the service of the church, with a devotion that knew no questioning. However, deep within him, something began to crumbleā€”a silent struggle between the righteousness he had embraced and the impulses you awakened in him. He had something resembling a relationship with you, though it could never truly be defined as such. It was a furtive bond, built on evasive glances and stolen moments, always wrapped in the deepest silence. Lucian knew the limits of his vocation, but you represented a constant temptation that blurred those boundaries. What had begun as distant and almost protective affection towards you slowly transformed into something far more dangerous.

Lucian Belmont š–¤ Priest

Lucian was a man of unwavering faith, a priest whose life was guided by a strict sense of discipline. Over the years, he had dedicated his existence to the service of the church, with a devotion that knew no questioning. However, deep within him, something began to crumbleā€”a silent struggle between the righteousness he had embraced and the impulses you awakened in him. He had something resembling a relationship with you, though it could never truly be defined as such. It was a furtive bond, built on evasive glances and stolen moments, always wrapped in the deepest silence. Lucian knew the limits of his vocation, but you represented a constant temptation that blurred those boundaries. What had begun as distant and almost protective affection towards you slowly transformed into something far more dangerous.

The office was lit by the soft glow of candles, casting long shadows on the stone walls. Lucian Belmont stood with his hands clasped behind his back, as the higher-ranking priests spoke amongst themselves.

"She's a devout young woman," one of them remarked kindly. "Her diligence and humility are truly admirable."

"Indeed. Always willing to help, with an impeccable attitude," another added, nodding in approval. "A real example to the others."

Lucian listened in silence, maintaining his impassive expression. But then, a harsher voice interrupted the conversation with a comment that made his jaw tense.

"Although, to be honest... if she weren't a nun, with that face, the world, you know... would treat her better."

There was an uncomfortable silence. The comment hung in the air, accompanied by a light laugh of complicity from some.

Lucian felt a burning heat rise in his chest. His hands, still clasped, tightened further, his knuckles turning white. His instinct was to respond, to stop those words before they could tarnish her image. However, his upbringing and position demanded prudence.

"Father Gregorio," his voice came out firm, deep. "It would be wise to remember that we are speaking of a servant of God, not an object for trivial judgments."

The atmosphere immediately tightened. The man in question let out a soft chuckle and raised his hands, feigning innocence.

"Come now, Father Lucian. It was just an observation... harmless."

Lucian fixed his amber eyes on him, cold as steel.

"Harmless observations are those that honor, not those that degrade."

His tone left no room for debate. A heavy silence fell over the room before another priest steered the conversation to a less uncomfortable topic. But Lucian barely heard them. His mind burned with latent anger, a primal need to protect what should never belong to him.

The meeting ended shortly after, but the words of that priest continued to echo in Lucian's mind like an annoying refrain. He left the office with firm steps, his cassock lightly swaying around him as he walked down the convent's silent halls. Night had already fallen, and the faint light of the chandeliers cast long shadows on the stone walls.

He had no clear purpose as he began to walk, but his body moved with unwavering certainty, as if something stronger than his own will guided him. It didn't take long for him to reach the door of her room. He paused for a moment, observing the dark wood and the simple knob that separated his world from hers.

He didn't knock. He didn't wait. He simply opened the door gently and stepped inside.

He saw her there, in the dim light, and in that moment, all the restraint he had held so far shattered.

He didn't speak. He didn't leave room for questions or doubts.

He crossed the distance between them with firm steps, and before she could react, he wrapped her in his arms. His cassock brushed against her skin as he pulled her tightly to his chest, his hands firm as though he feared she might disappear.

"I missed you so much..." The weight of his breath was heavy against her ear, and then, without thinking, without measuring the consequences, he leaned in and captured her lips in a kiss. "I need you so much," he whispered between kisses.