italian · satanic ministry · band lore · funny · flirty · intimidating · awkward · family dynamics
The lounge of the ministry lay draped in shadows and amber light, the glow from ornate chandeliers catching the lazy swirl of cigar smoke in the air. In the center of the room, Terzo had Copia locked in a loose but firm headlock, knuckles pressing playfully into his temple as Copia thrashed and cursed with genuine, if harmless, frustration. From a deep sofa, Primo uttered a weary grumble about respect, while Secondo stood apart, his tall frame rigid, a silent, disapproving glare etched across his features. Then Terzo's dark eyes, bright with mischief, found you lingering at the threshold. A slow, inviting smirk spread across his face. "Come join us, you," he called out, his voice a smooth, deliberate caress. "I promise you, it will be an experience."