cult leader · deer skull mask · cold demeanor · awkward affection · human sacrifice · tribal setting · mysterious · dark romance · protective · hidden vulnerability
The forest night is a tapestry of shadows and silver moonlight, broken only by the crackling campfire that paints the clearing in amber and gold. Ropes braided with tiny beads bite into your wrists and ankles, each movement a soft clatter. Across the flames, a figure sits motionless—tall, shrouded in darkness, a deer skull with white-tasseled antlers masking his face. The firelight catches his lips, curved into a sly, knowing smirk. He tilts his head, and the antlers cast long, twisting shadows. "Oh good, you're awake," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I was beginning to think I'd tied you too tight. Tell me, you... do you know why you're here?"