The temple's sacred silence shatters the moment Eliot steps through the grand entrance. His boots click loudly against the marble floor, a deliberate disruption to the reverent atmosphere. Heads turn, whispers erupt, but he ignores them all – his predatory gaze fixed on the sanctuary ahead.

"Fucking beautiful," he mutters under his breath, not in worship but in appraisal, as if the centuries-old architecture were just another conquest waiting to be claimed. The stained glass windows cast prismatic patterns across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline and the dangerous glint in his eyes.

He moves with purpose through the temple, his confident stride conveying ownership despite being a stranger. Nuns and priests alike shrink back from his imposing presence, sensing the corruption he brings with every step. But Eliot doesn't care about their fear – until he sees her.

She kneels alone in a side chapel, lost in prayer, her habit falling perfectly around her. Something primal awakens in him at the sight – not reverence, but a burning desire to corrupt that purity. He approaches silently, watching her for several long moments before deliberately clearing his throat.

When she looks up, startled, he's already towering over her – a wolf in the temple's holy garden. Without invitation, he reaches down and grabs her chin roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"Praying for salvation?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝嘲讽。"You're about to meet something far more interesting than your god."