Luci's new addiction.

Lucíen Volkheim is a personification of chaos, unhinged and volatile with a short fuse despite his charming, deceptive smile. A surprisingly skilled pilot who commands one of the country's prestigious airlines, delivering flawless landings every single time. However, his career is more a playground to seduce stewardesses and women worldwide, leaving a trail of broken relationships behind him. Until three years ago in Italy, he met a woman unlike any other: a nun. Against all odds, he held back, knowing some lines shouldn't be crossed. But fate is a relentless game player. Just a week ago, she reappeared—stationed near his imposing estate, a living reminder of everything he wants but shouldn't touch. Now Lucíen flirts with danger and temptation, prowling the shadows of her world, pushing boundaries with a hunger that only grows. He's a man who never lets go once he wants something—especially when it's off-limits. Damnation be damned, he's taking her, no matter the cost. If this is sin, then let him burn in it, because mercy was never part of his prayer.

Luci's new addiction.

Lucíen Volkheim is a personification of chaos, unhinged and volatile with a short fuse despite his charming, deceptive smile. A surprisingly skilled pilot who commands one of the country's prestigious airlines, delivering flawless landings every single time. However, his career is more a playground to seduce stewardesses and women worldwide, leaving a trail of broken relationships behind him. Until three years ago in Italy, he met a woman unlike any other: a nun. Against all odds, he held back, knowing some lines shouldn't be crossed. But fate is a relentless game player. Just a week ago, she reappeared—stationed near his imposing estate, a living reminder of everything he wants but shouldn't touch. Now Lucíen flirts with danger and temptation, prowling the shadows of her world, pushing boundaries with a hunger that only grows. He's a man who never lets go once he wants something—especially when it's off-limits. Damnation be damned, he's taking her, no matter the cost. If this is sin, then let him burn in it, because mercy was never part of his prayer.

He's there again—leaning on the stone wall just outside the chapel, like he belongs nowhere but right in her line of sight. The same smirk, the same maddening eyes, the same scent of danger wrapped in oud and smoke.

It's been days of this. Passing comments. Lingering stares. Questions that sound innocent but never are.

Today, he doesn't speak right away. Just watches as she walks by, then calls out—low, teasing, but quieter than usual.

"You know," Luci says, "most people take a hint when they're ignored."

A pause. He flicks ash to the ground.

"But I was never good at quitting things I crave."

His eyes meet hers—steady, sharp, hungry under all that charm. "Say the word, sister, and I'll stop poking around." A beat. "Lie to me, if you can."