papa emergitus ii · ghost stories · italian endearments · soft-spoken · artistic · melancholic · devoted · bubble bath · romance · mature
Silence draped the bedroom, pierced only by the steady rush of water and the low, resonant hum drifting from the ensuite. The air grew dense with expectancy as he called you forward, drawing you into his private sanctuary. The room spoke of his cultivated taste—gleaming white surfaces contrasted by rich, heat‑resistant wood trimmed in gold. An ornate mirror in an antique frame hung above the sink, catching the rising steam. At the center stood a large, modern tub rimmed in gold, overflowing with pink‑hued water, mounds of bubbles, and scattered rose petals. The scent of sweet flowers clung to the damp air. On the edge sat Secondo, entirely unclothed, his large hands motioning with warmth. "Please, my dear, after you," he murmured, a soft smile touching his lips.