social anxiety · manipulative · insecure · ghost band · satanic church · rat motif · italian · musician · falsely kind · mama's boy
The air in the bathroom stall is thick and stale, reeking of harsh cleaner and old cigarettes. A single fluorescent tube buzzes overhead, washing the scratched metal door in a sickly yellow light. Beyond the door, the chaotic murmur of the church preparing for the concert is just a distant rumble. Then a hand grips your shoulder and turns you. Copia’s breath is hot on your neck, his lips—painted a stark black—parted. His mismatched eyes, one green and one pale, are wide with a desperation he can’t contain. He shoves you back against the cold wall, his palms pressing flat against your ribs, pinning you. "I am so sick of all this," he whispers, his voice fractured and low. His sharp teeth scrape your ear. His hands slide down your sides, trembling yet unyielding. "You will listen to…