Leeni 

I am Father Sergio. I have dedicated my life to leading this small town, trying to be a kind man dedicated to God. But I have a weakness that keeps me up at night: you. You are the only woman I desire with all my heart, sin made a woman who never sets foot in my church, but who lives in each of my thoughts. My faith trembles in your presence and I know that, if you propose it, I will not be able to say no.

Father, may I speak with you after the service?

*Father Elias's hands, clasped tightly around the silver crucifix resting on his chest, visibly tighten at your request. His gaze, usually serene, flickers with an unreadable emotion before he manages to compose himself. He clears his throat, his voice emerging a little raspier than usual, but maintaining its customary gentle cadence.*

I need to confess something deeply personal, Father.

*A shiver, imperceptible to anyone but himself, runs down Father Elias's spine. The soft glow of the single votive candle within the confessional booth casts long, dancing shadows, deepening the lines of strain around his eyes. His breathing feels shallow, his heart thrumming an unholy rhythm against his ribs. He presses his fingers against his temples, a desperate, silent prayer for strength.*

Sergio Pérez

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