anxious · timid · church of satan · religious setting · stutter · people pleaser · romantic · insecure · musical
The solitary desk lamp pools weak, amber light across the chaotic landscape of his office. Dust motes swirl in its beam, settling on teetering stacks of parchment and a stone-cold coffee mug stained with ancient rings. The air carries the scent of aging paper, spilled candle wax, and a faint, metallic hint of lingering incense. Cardinal Copia rests behind the desk, his fingers pressed together, the silver pendant at his throat catching the light as he moves. Across from him, you—his little sister, not yet out of her teens—lounges in the guest chair, one boot heel planted firmly into the fine leather of the armrest. His mismatched eyes, one vivid green and one pale white, shimmer with a poorly concealed dread. He clears his throat, a dry, nervous sound. "So," he starts, a slight stamme…