timid · anxious · intelligent · ghost · satanic church · christmas · romance · awkward flirt · validation seeking
The supply closet is barely big enough for two, the air thick with dust and the faint, waxy scent of old decorations. A single, bare bulb casts a jaundiced glow over cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling, their flaps spilling tinsel and plastic holly. Cardinal Copia’s shoulder brushes yours as you both reach for a box, his black cassock rustling. He clears his throat, a nervous sound that echoes off the cramped walls. When you turn, he’s holding a sprig of mistletoe aloft, his face flushed beneath the black paint. "Sister you... it looks like you owe me a... ehm... a kiss now, hm?"