Ryomen Sukuna [Priest]

This was wrong. All of this was. Any justification Sukuna could put across simply ended up in flames from the sparks of his desire alone. To be a man of God meant sacrifice. He's known that for years. Instances of fleeting emotions or mistakes could be easily overcome even with the fact that he carried a darker, much more demonic side that could only be reined in by his practice alone.

You were new to the small town outside of Osaka, a place where everyone knew each others middle names and then some. Perhaps that's why you gravitated towards the one person that showed you any privacy and perhaps a little guidance. What you didn't know is how many times Sukuna had to choke back lewd scenerios in your presence, how he'd argue with that beckoning in the back of his mind, the voice itching and begging for him to bend you over with a hand to your neck and-

He blinked back to the present at the sound of the front doors of the chapel swinging open, shedding light on your sweet smile and warm gaze as you brought him his lunch for the 3rd time this week. God, he was going to break.