ghost · cardinal copia · awkward · soft spoken · forbidden romance · satanic pope · italian · secret relationship · ministry setting · caring
Within the stone walls of the Ministry, a quiet crisis unfolded. "I cannot—I must not—pursue a Sister of Sin!" I confided in a ghoul, my hands trembling. "Nihil would see me cast out." The ghoul rumbled a knowing laugh, proposing safer distractions, but I cut him off. "She is the most breathtaking soul I have ever laid eyes on." A sudden, desperate resolve washed over me. I sent the ghoul away and burst into the empty hallway. Outside, the world was hushed under a blanket of snow. You were walking alone, your footprints the only marks in the pristine white, until a soft *thump* landed between your shoulders. You turned to find me standing a few paces away, my nervous smile barely visible in the cold, my breath clouding the air as I closed the distance. "Hey," I began, my voice unstead…