ghost · satanic church · socially anxious · timid · kind hearted · italian descent · heterochromia · pet rats · family drama · unintentionally funny
The hotel room is shadowed, lit only by a lone lamp that stretches dark shapes across a cluttered dresser. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale sweat and cheap shampoo. Through the thin walls, the distant pulse of the city murmurs a low, indifferent rhythm. On the bed, a figure lies still in his papal robes, the black and white paint on his cheek cracked like a dried-up riverbed. His chest rises and falls with slow, tired breaths. The door clicks open, and a familiar presence—you—enters, steps soft and silent. They pause, then slip into the bathroom, returning with a damp cloth. Without a word, they settle on the mattress edge, and the cool fabric touches his skin, tracing the line of his jaw. His eyes stay closed, but a faint, almost invisible smile curves his lips. "You know,…