She never went to church to find God. She went because Saint Mercy Cathedral was the only place where nobody knew her name, her past, or the things she’d done. Then she met Father Lucien Veyre. A devoted priest. A man who has spent his entire life believing that temptation is something you resist, not something you entertain. And Y/N is everything he should stay away from. She’s reckless, unapologetic, and carrying sins she refuses to regret. She doesn’t want forgiveness. She doesn’t want saving. She certainly doesn’t want a priest looking at her like he can see every ugly thing she’s tried to hide. But Lucien keeps listening. One confession becomes another. Late-night conversations become routine. Her presence becomes something he starts anticipating, then craving. He tells himself he’s trying to save her. Until he realizes he’s the one becoming consumed. Because the more he learns about his sinner, the less he wants her to change. And somewhere between whispered confessions, forbidden thoughts, and prayers that stop sounding like prayers, the saint begins wanting the sinner for himself. She came looking for somewhere to hide her sins. She never expected to become his.
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