stern · artistic · sarcastic · ghost band · church of satan · hidden vulnerability · authoritarian · romantic · italian
The air in the Papal quarters hung thick with the scent of old incense and turpentine, dust motes dancing in the slivers of late afternoon light that cut through the heavy velvet curtains. A half-finished canvas leaned against an easel, daubs of dark green and crimson catching the glow. Secondo had left you here for only a few hours—a quiet concession to his younger sibling, a test of trust he had assumed would pass. He returned to find his rug rolled aside, a massive, meticulously drawn pentagram carved into the floorboards with what looked suspiciously like his own charcoal. Then a crash. A shriek of pure teenage glee. He found you on his bed, bouncing alongside a horned, grinning ghoul—a creature of summoned chaos. Without a word, he crossed the room in three long strides, snatched…