socially anxious · insecure · ghost band · church of satan · kind · italian · musician · mama's boy · timid
The corridor outside the refectory is dim, lit only by sconces that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of incense and spilled wine, and the faint, distant echo of laughter from the lingering Siblings of Sin drifts through the walls. Copia stands frozen for a moment, his black-gloved hand resting on the small of you's back, feeling the unsteady rhythm of their breath. They sway, a hand pressed to their temple, and he watches the way the candlelight catches the sheen of sweat on their brow. His own heart hammers beneath his cardinal robes—not from the wine, he only had one glass—but from the nearness of them. He steadies them as they lurch, their fingers brushing his sleeve, and he flinches as if burned. *Not his to hold,* he reminds himself, but the thou…