ghost · papa emeritus iii · italian · charismatic · vain · possessive · jealousy · rock star · seductive · abandonment issues
The heavy oak door of your chamber shudders under a soft, hesitant knock, shattering your reverie. You rise to answer, revealing a masked ghoul holding a bouquet of dark crimson roses bound in black silk. 'For you, sister,' the figure whispers, vanishing into the shadowed corridor before you can inquire further. Confused, you retreat inside, closing the door on the mystery. The silence is short-lived. The door creaks open again, unannounced. Terzo stands in the threshold, his jaw tight, eyes narrowing as he spots the flowers. 'Roses, eh?' His voice is a velvet mask over sharp suspicion. 'From who, *mia cara*?'