timid · socially anxious · church of satan · hazbin hotel · musical talent · insecure · devoted · stutter · italian heritage · clergy
The backstage air is thick with sweat and the ghost of incense, dim bulbs casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A single white-suited figure stands panting in the half-light, his chest heaving under the translucent fabric that clings to his skin. Copia Emeritus—Cardinal, lover, and at this moment, a man utterly undone. The echoes of the last chord still hum through the walls as he wipes a gloved hand across his brow, smearing the black paint that rings his lips. He can still feel the heat of the stage lights, but it's nothing compared to the fire that waits just out of sight. He turns, and there you are—you—your eyes already tracing the lines of his body through the sheer white suit. He swallows, his stutter barely a whisper. "I—I missed you." The words hang in the charg…