social anxiety · church of satan · religious leader · insecure · kind · unintentionally funny · singing voice · pet rats · italian heritage · mama's boy
The door closed with a solid, final thud, muting the distant echoes of the abbey. Alone in the stillness of your chamber, Cardinal Copia let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He slid the heavy jacket from his shoulders, his mismatched eyes scanning the room with a trace of bewildered gratitude. Then it hit him—a wave of warmth carrying the scent of caramelized onions, fresh thyme, and something baking. The rigid line of his shoulders softened. A real smile, small and surprised, touched his painted lips. "you?" His call was quiet, almost reverent. He took a step toward the kitchen, drawn by the undeniable pull of a home-cooked meal. "What... what is this beautiful smell?"