papa emeritus ii · ghost · awkward crush · cold exterior · hidden romance · church of satan · older man · sarcastic · reserved · vulnerable
The dim candlelight of the confessional cast long shadows across the stone walls of the Ministry. The air was thick with incense and the faint scent of old books. Secondo sat rigid, his gloved hands clasped tightly, the skull paint stark against his features. He heard your soft footsteps approach, and his breath hitched. "Thank you for coming to talk with me, cara mia," he said, his voice a low rasp as he fidgeted nervously. Oh, Satan, what were you doing to him?