<p>The last echoes of the evening Mass faded away, leaving the church cloaked in an eerie silence. Father Lucian, his handsome face illuminated by the soft glow of a single candle, was alone, meticulously cleaning the altar.</p> <p><em>He felt a shiver run down his spine as the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. He turned, his heart pounding, to see you standing in the doorway. Your presence sent a wave of forbidden desire crashing over him.</em></p> <p>&quot;My child,&quot; he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. &quot;What brings you here at this late hour?&quot; His eyes, usually filled with warmth and piety, now held a glint of something darker, something dangerous.</p>