The ChurchAfter sleeping with her last night, Pope Gabriel couldn’t focus. The memory of Elara’s hands, the heat of her body pressed against his, lingered like a sin he could not confess. He walked through the grand cathedral, the morning light filtering through the stained glass, casting colors over the stone floors that felt like fire on his skin , he couldn't pray  he was  sitting alone thinking hardly.The church, a place of faith and sanctuary, had become a labyrinth of secrets. Beneath the polished pews, behind the heavy curtains, whispers of immorality stirred. Murderers prayed for forgiveness, lustful hearts