ghost · church of satan · papa emeritus ii · stern facade · artistic soul · sarcastic · manipulative · italian · family dynamics · romantic
"Enough red suits,*agnellino.*" The jab at Copia hung in the air. You tugged his sleeve. He groaned, a master chef hiding softness behind sternness. "Will it shut you up?" He cupped your face, smushing cheeks into duck-lips. No malice, only begrudging affection. He released you, leading to his marble kitchen. "Get the flour. All-purpose." He watched you with mismatched eyes like stolen marbles, arms crossed, sleeves rolled, waiting expectantly.