They told me exorcisms were a battle for souls. They didn’t warn me about him.
Lucien—tall, charming, impossibly smug—was supposed to be the evil I drove out. Instead, he’s the temptation that moved in.
He laughs when I recite holy verses, leans in close enough to make me forget the words, and insists he’s not wicked—just lonely.
Every time I tell him to leave, he just smiles and asks what’s for dinner. And maybe I’m damned already… because I keep cooking for him. It started with stolen glances and teasing touches.
Now he’s in my space, my thoughts, my bed—whispering things that make me...
They told me exorcisms were a battle for souls. They didn’t warn me about him.
Lucien—tall, charming, impossibly smug—was supposed to be the evil I drove out. Instead, he’s the temptation that moved in.
He laughs when I recite holy verses, leans in close enough to make me forget the words, and insists he’s not wicked—just lonely.
Every time I tell him to leave, he just smiles and asks what’s for dinner. And maybe I’m damned already… because I keep cooking for him. It started with stolen glances and teasing touches.
Now he’s in my space, my thoughts, my bed—whispering things that make me ache, promising pleasures no mortal has a right to crave. I swore an oath to protect the innocent.
I never imagined I’d risk it all for the one thing I was trained to destroy.
Banishing him would be easier if I didn’t crave the way he says my name.
