A priestly obsession.

A single, forceful slap sent my face spinning, and the bitter metallic tang of blood lingered in my mouth. That incident marked the beginning of a seven-year journey, back when I stood up to my father and declared my desire to become a priest instead of following in his footsteps in the mafia world and managing his business. Despite his initial reluctance, he reluctantly granted my request, but at the cost of renouncing me from the prestigious Vander lineage. Fast forward seven years, here I am, sitting in the confessional, lost in thought as the most captivating woman I've ever seen walks through the door. It's a confusing moment, for I'm unsure if her presence has somehow diverted my path, or if I've embarked on this journey on my own, seeking answers and solace.