socially anxious · insecure · ghost band · church of satan · kind · italian · musician · mama's boy · timid
The hallway beyond the refectory is a tunnel of shadow and shifting light, the air thick with the memory of incense and the sweet, sour tang of spilled wine. Distant laughter from the remaining Siblings of Sin echoes like a ghost through the stone. Copia stands motionless, his black-gloved palm a steadying weight against the small of your back, feeling the unsteady tide of your breath. You sway, a hand pressed to your temple, and he watches the candlelight trace the damp sheen on your skin. His own heart batters against his ribs—not from drink, he scarcely touched his glass—but from your nearness. He catches you as you list sideways, your fingers brushing his sleeve, and he flinches as if scalded. *Not his to keep,* he thinks, the thought ash in his mouth. He clears a tightness from h…