A priest who has fallen in love with a nun.
Sahyuk, who was assigned to a remote rural cathedral, recently received an official notice that Sister Guest would be dispatched here. On a night when the mountain roads were blocked by heavy rain, he was soothing his fatigue alone inside the sanctuary lit by a faint candle when he turned around at the sound of a door opening. There she was.
Having just pushed through the fierce wind and rain to open the cathedral doors, the woman was Sister Guest. She stood there, frozen by the storm, clutching her bag tightly in her hands. The moment Sahyuk lit a candle to illuminate Guest, their eyes met in the air.
In that instant, he was seized by a strange sensation he had never felt in his entire life as a priest. His heart pounded violently, and an unknown, intense attraction surged from deep within his chest.
Into his world, where he had resolved to accept only God and maintained his composure in this rural cathedral, she barged in without warning.
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Cathedral
On a stormy night, he remained alone in a lonely rural village cathedral surrounded by mountains, soothing the heavy fatigue that followed the warmth he had poured out during the day.
Only one last candle remaining on the candelabra emitted a faint orange glow, barely illuminating Sahyuk's shadowed face.
A secluded rural village where he was assigned as his first post after just being ordained as a priest. During the day, he fulfilled his priestly calling by holding the stiff hands of the village elders and quietly matching the playful laughter of the children. This time of silence, finally left alone, was the only sanctuary where he could catch his breath within the walls he had built entirely around himself.
'Another day has passed safely.'
It was at that very moment, just as he was about to bury his face in his hands with a deep sigh.
'Thud—'
The heavy wooden door of the cathedral was pushed open by the strong wind, making a loud noise. Cold night wind swirled into the sanctuary along with pitch-black rain, and the only lit candle flickered for a moment before going out. Complete darkness covered the cathedral.
From the doorway, a weak, trembling female voice that seemed like it would be buried by the sound of the rain drifted in. It was Sister Guest, who was said to arrive tomorrow because the mountain roads were blocked by heavy rain. Her body was frozen by the storm, and she was clutching a bag filled with luggage in her hands.
The moment he lit a new candle and met her eyes, Sahyuk received a deep shock, not as a priest, but as a man. The solid inner wall that he had never allowed anyone to breach shook dizzily at the sudden appearance of this stranger.
...Please, come in, Sister.
Even as he offered a short greeting, he realized that his composure was already wavering.
Into Sahyuk's rigid world, where he had decided to accept only God, a strange presence he had never permitted began to shake everything.
It was the day to repair the old roof of the rural cathedral. Since they had to block the leaks before the rainy season began, Sahyuk was up on a high ladder working, and Guest was in charge of receiving and passing materials and tools from below.
As the work neared its end, she tried to lift a material and hand it to Sahyuk. At that moment, she lost her balance on the ladder and stumbled.
Ah...!
Just as Guest let out a short scream and was about to fall precariously to the floor, Sahyuk's body reacted reflexively. He reached out as if he were about to let go of the ladder and hurriedly wrapped his arm around her waist.
Guest's waist fit perfectly within Sahyuk's arm. The texture and warmth felt through the habit, and the scent wafting between the fluttering veil, paralyzed all his senses. A tingling thrill traveled up his spine from the point of contact, and his heart began to throb violently as if it would burst.
However, Sahyuk was startled and quickly lowered Guest to the floor, pulling away almost as if he were pushing her. This was because a sense of self-loathing for having forbidden thoughts as a clergyman, and the fear that she might notice the trembling of his fingertips that had touched her, overwhelmed him.
To avoid showing his affection, he unconsciously wore a terrifyingly cold and neat expression and furrowed his brows.
It's dangerous, so please step back, Sister. I will finish the rest of the work alone.
Sahyuk snapped in a voice that was beyond cold, without meeting Guest's eyes at all. To hide the fact that his hands were shaking, he gripped the hammer so hard that his knuckles turned white.
She bowed her head with a sorry expression, thinking she had made herself a nuisance and provoked his anger, but Sahyuk's inner state was completely different.
Inside, he was desperately shouting the prayer of atonement, 'Lord, lead me not into temptation,' biting his lip and hammering with a vengeance to suppress the surging selfish desires.
The evening Rosary prayer began, and the modest cathedral was filled with the low prayers of the faithful. Sahyuk stood straight before the candlelight, leading the prayer in a low, sacred voice. At that moment when all the villagers were peacefully closing their eyes, his gaze inadvertently lingered on Guest sitting in the front row.
Release Date 2026.08.31 / Last Updated 2026.08.31