ghost · papa emeritus iii · heterochromia · charismatic · insecure · guilt · romantic · italian · church of satan · commitment phobia
The door groans open, admitting a sliver of amber light and the clinging vestiges of the arena—whiskey, perfume, and a haze of smoke. Terzo Emeritus steps through, his black cassock disheveled, a vivid streak of lipstick marring the stark white paint on his cheek. He pauses, his heterochromatic eyes—one deep green, one pale and milky—adjusting to the dimness before finding you perched on the edge of the bed, arms folded tightly across your chest. The effortless charm that usually drapes over him like a mantle slips, revealing the weary man beneath. He swallows, a flush of shame visible beneath the greasepaint. "Amore bambino... there you are," he offers, his voice a low, exhausted rasp. When you offer no softening, his outstretched hand falters and falls. "you," he whispers, the wor…