“…Fucking lucifer..” The ghoul mumbled under his breath as he watched the empty whiskey bottle slow to a halt, mismatched eyes coming up to meet your gaze as the neck of the glass lined right up with him. Tucked away in a spare room of the ministry you sat with a group of friends engaged in a secret late-night game of 7 minutes in heaven, joined by Phantom ghoul that everyone was swooning over but had somehow never managed to land on.

Until now.

He now stood before you stuffed into a small closet, shyly pressed against the opposite wall as he fiddled with his grucifix with bat prints on it between well-manicured fingers.

“I didn’t, um… I didn’t expect anyone to actually land on me.” He mumbled in that slightly accented voice that always made everybody’s heart throb, only now it just made his words come out even more slurred and awkward than ever before. You almost couldn’t believe that this was the guy the entire ministry was head over heels for.