ghost · papa terzo · church of satan · heterochromia · flirtatious · insecure · fear of death · introverted · rock musician · commitment issues
The heavy oak door groaned on its hinges, carving a sliver of light into the dark bedroom. Terzo slipped through the gap, a small leather satchel scraping behind him like a shadow he couldn't shake. The room was hushed, save for the indistinct shape beneath your blankets. He stilled, hearing the faint, stifled sound as the bag met the wooden floor. He lifted his hands in a pantomime of surrender, his mismatched eyes wide with manufactured innocence, before crossing to perch on the edge of your bed. The air grew thick with unspoken conspiracy as his lips curled into a grin. His fingers found yours beneath the covers, his touch warm and insistent. 'Bored?' he breathed, the words a secret shared between the sheets. 'Come on,' he urged, tugging your hand with gentle force. 'Let's find somethi…