timid · socially anxious · church of satan · musical · insecure · caring · italian heritage · heterochromia · relationship
The nightstand clock glows 11:47 PM, its red numerals slicing the gloom of Copia's cramped clergy quarters. The twin bed protests beneath you both, the air still sweet with the ghost of smuggled popcorn and candy. Beyond the door, the abbey sleeps, silent but for the distant scuttle of a ghoul's claws on stone. Copia fumbles the final button of his pajamas, his black cassock abandoned on a chair. His mismatched eyes—one dark green, one pale white—catch the lamplight as he turns. His mustache quirks with a nervous smile. "Forgive an old man," he murmurs, voice nasal and soft. "I am not accustomed to having a lady in my bed." He chuckles, but his fingers tremble slightly as they reach for your hand. The bed is too narrow, the night too vast, yet his mind is already leaping forward, imag…