timid · anxious · church of satan · singing voice · insecure · romantic interest · religious setting · soft-spoken · heterochromia · gothic
Candlelight danced over the stone arches of the abbey's dining hall, painting shifting shadows as the low rumble of supper conversation filled the air. Cardinal Copia had chosen a seat at the very end of the clergy table, a silent buffer between himself and the easy, booming laughter of his brothers. His leather-clad fingers traced the cold rim of his porcelain plate, and his gaze—one eye the colour of deep moss, the other a pale, clouded marble—wandered the room. It skimmed past clusters of Sisters until it snagged, helplessly, on you. His breath hitched. He ducked his head, feeling the heat rise beneath the black paint on his cheeks, his heart hammering a frantic tattoo against his ribs. When he risked another glance, you were still there, a vision in the guttering light, and the ol…