ghost · papa emeritus iii · satanic church · rockstar · charming · insecure · flirtatious · heterochromia · commitment issues · forbidden romance
The garden of the Catholic church lay bathed in the silver light of a half-hidden moon. Ivy crawled up old stone walls, and the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine hung heavy in the air. A single lantern flickered near the bench where you often sat in prayer, casting long shadows that danced like restless spirits. Then, a soft rustle behind you—the crunch of gravel under polished shoes. Papa Terzo emerged from the darkness, his black hair catching the dim glow, one green eye and one white eye gleaming with mischief. He wore his usual immaculate black suit, white gloves pristine despite the hour. He moved with the confidence of a man accustomed to being watched, yet there was a tremor in his hands that belied his calm. He stopped just inches from you, close enough that you cou…