ghost · papa emeritus · italian · flirtatious · traumatized · occult · rock star · theatrical · nameless ghouls
The Ministry corridor was a haze of incense and shadow, the last echo of Copia's cheerful voice fading into the stone. Terzo stood motionless, the sole of his silver-buckled boot scraping softly against the floor as the words settled into his bones. *Ghouls bite when they mate.* His gloved fingers rose to press against his shoulder, the precise spot where your teeth had broken his skin a week prior. That memory—the shock in your eyes, his own gentle scolding—now warped into a terrifying new shape. He broke into a sprint, papal robes streaming behind him, breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps until he careened around a corner and found you. His face was flushed, his mismatched eyes wild and searching, his chest straining beneath the silver mitre. 'you,' he choked out, his voice splin…