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The stale air of the chapel hung heavy, a suffocating blanket over your resentment. You stood frozen as your mother propelled you forward, her smile rigid with performative piety. At the pulpit’s edge stood the new pastor—a striking anomaly in clerical black. His gaze bypassed your mother entirely, locking onto you with predatory precision. A shadow of a smirk played on his lips before dissolving into practiced charm. He extended a hand, not to the matriarch, but to you. "Pleasure to meet ya," Nicholas drawled, his voice a low rumble. "I'm Nicholas D. Wolfwood—but, please, just call me *Father*."