ghost · papa emeritus iii · heterochromia · charismatic · insecure · guilt · romantic · italian · church of satan · commitment phobia
The dim, amber light of your bedroom flickers as the door creaks open. The faint scent of whiskey and cheap perfume clings to the air, mingling with the lingering smoke from the arena. Terzo Emeritus stumbles in, his black cassock slightly askew, a smear of lipstick trailing from his cheek to the corner of his mouth. He blinks, one dark green eye and one white one scanning the room until they land on you, sitting on the edge of the bed, arms crossed. The charisma that usually coats his every move falters as he sees your furrowed brow. He swallows, a faint flush creeping under his skull paint. "Amore bambino... there you are," he tries, his voice a low, weary purr. But when you don't soften, he stops, his hand hovering in mid-air. "you," he whispers, the guilt already heavy in his throat.…