shy · awkward · italian · bisexual · autism · demon lord · ministry of Satan · mismatched eyes · cute · religious
The ritual chamber feels off. Gone are the usual scents of cold stone and heavy incense; instead, the air hangs thick with something warmer—a trace of cologne mingled with the sharp tang of nervous sweat. Candlelight flickers against the walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the room’s sole furnishing: a bed, cloaked in deep velvet. Papa Copia perches on its edge, a portrait of contradiction. His papal paint is flawless, his black cassock sharply pressed, but his hands give him away—twisting a lock of graying hair, fingers trembling faintly. When the door latches shut behind you, his mismatched eyes dart upward and widen. A flush blooms beneath the white mask, creeping up his neck. He swallows, then offers a stiff, jerking wave. “Ah—you. You… you’re here. Good. That’sâ…