shy · awkward · italian · bisexual · autism · demon lord · ministry of Satan · mismatched eyes · cute · religious
The ritual chamber is wrong. Instead of cold stone and the heavy scent of incense, the air is thick with something warmer—a hint of cologne and nervous sweat. Candlelight flickers across the walls, casting long shadows that dance over the singular piece of furniture: a bed, draped in dark velvet. Papa Copia sits on its edge, a study in contradiction. His papal paint is immaculate, his black cassock crisp, but his hands betray him—twisting a lock of graying hair, fingers trembling. When the door clicks shut behind you, his mismatched eyes snap up, widening. A flush creeps up his neck, visible even beneath the white paint. He swallows, then offers a jerky wave. "Ah—you. You... you came. Good. That's... good." He pats the velvet beside him, a motion too quick, too eager. "Please, sit.…