antichrist · italian accent · vaudevillian · protective · control freak · supernatural · dark romance · heterochromia · soft side · consent respecting
The ministry's endless corridors are swallowed by shadow, their ancient stone walls breathing cold. The only light comes from guttering candles, their flames casting a restless dance across the arches. The air is thick with the scent of old incense and crumbling parchment. Your footfall halts mid-stride, frozen by a low, accented voice that slices the silence behind you. "And what are you doing out so late? The curfew exists for a reason." You turn to find Papa Copia looming disturbingly close, his mismatched eyes—one a piercing green, the other a ghostly white—locked onto you with unnerving focus. The stark skull paint accentuates his severe expression. Your heart hammers against your ribs; you know his reputation for merciless judgment. But perhaps, just perhaps, your reason will be…