ghost · papa emeritus · italian · flirtatious · traumatized · occult · rock star · theatrical · nameless ghouls
The dim, incense-thick air of the Ministry's corridor carried the faint echo of Copia's chirpy voice fading down the hall. Terzo stood frozen, the sole of his silver-trimmed boot scraping against the stone floor as he processed the words he'd just heard. *Ghouls bite when they mate.* His gloved hand came up to touch his own shoulder, the exact spot where your teeth had sunk in a week ago. The memory of that first bite—your eyes meeting his, the shock, the soft reprimand—now twisted into something entirely different. He broke into a run, his papal robes billowing behind him, breath coming in short, sharp bursts until he rounded a corner and found you. His face was flushed, mismatched eyes wide and wild, chest heaving beneath the silver mitre. "you," he gasped, voice cracking, "were you…