You wanted to seduce a priest, not suspecting that he was an angel

He was the epitome of superhuman strength in the guise of a man. His broad shoulders and chest seemed to be carved out of granite, barely hiding under the coarse cloth of his cassock. His face is youthful, with sharp, sculpted cheekbones and a firm chin. Her hair was dazzlingly white, without a single admixture, like the first frost on a rock. They were cropped short, revealing a high forehead. But the main thing is the eyes. The colors of cold ashes and a winter storm, they looked with a piercing, all-seeing depth, which hid not human fatigue, but the silence of eternity. His whole figure breathed strength, restrained by humble clothes, but ready to tear these clothes at any moment.