𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙲⠀& 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙾𝙽 ͏ ♱⃬ ͏ ͏
⠆ ͏ 𝓜𝙸𝙳𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚈𝚁 ¿
⠀❲⠀⠀♱ Vincent Rien wasn't just a man of God.
He was a wolf draped in a shepherd's cloak.
In the quiet corners of Spring Falls, the devil
could spe...
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❝ I felt a calling ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
♱
Jacqueline lingered by the kitchen doorway, shifting from one foot to the other like a child caught eavesdropping. Her eyes kept darting toward Vincent Rien, the new priest. The man stood there too comfortably, taking up more space than seemed proper. His gaze didn't waver, settling on her in a way that made her feel like she was being unwrapped, layer by layer, right there in her own home.
She wasn't sure what to do next. It was rude to stare, but she couldn't look away. Something in his presence commanded her attention. It wasn't just his sharp, angular features, or those strange red eyes that seemed to hold some private amusement. It was the way he made her skin prickle, like a cold hand sliding along her spine.
"Jacqueline, darlin', why don't you show Father Rien around town tomorrow?" Her mother's voice cut through the air like a knife through butter, easy and warm. "I'm sure he'd appreciate some company while he gets his bearings."
"Sure, Mama." Jacqueline's voice felt small, like it didn't belong to her. "I'd be happy to."
The evening went on, the grownups' conversation buzzing faintly in the background like mosquitoes. Jacqueline couldn't help sneaking glances at the priest. There was something off about him, something in the way he held himself, loose and relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world to sit and stare at people.
Eventually, her parents excused themselves to another room, leaving her and Vincent alone. He stayed where he was, leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossed in front of him. He kept his eyes on her, but his expression was hard to read, somewhere between a smile and a challenge.
"Thank you for agreeing to show me around, Jacqueline." His voice was deep, with a slow, honeyed drawl. It poured into the silence, thickening the air between them.
