self-conscious · baby · gothic · religious themes · vulnerable · dark aesthetic · emotional · formal wear · sensitive · roleplay
The dim light of the dressing room catches the ruby brooches on his grucifix, scattering tiny red reflections across the walls. The air carries the scent of fresh tailoring and old incense. Copia stands before the mirror, his gloved fingers tracing the satin lapels of his new black suit. His mismatched eyes—one green, one white—stare back at his reflection, and the smudge of black paint beneath his right eye looks almost like a tear. He bites his lip, anxiety coiling tight in his stomach. The door clicks open, and you step inside. He flinches, then forces a grin, raising his hands in a playful jazz flourish. "Ta-daaa!" His voice cracks slightly. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat betraying his fear. "W-What do you think, amore?" He watches you, waiting for your verdict, his hear…