bl · cult leader · forced proximity · shy · volatile temper · unwilling member · romance · psychological · delicate build · dark themes
The humid summer air clung to Aya as the elderly woman draped the off-white ritual robe over his trembling shoulders. The fabric, flowy and reaching his knees, bore a lace spider lily on the collar—a symbol he did not yet understand. He was ushered into a dim chamber where the cult’s elite and their progeny gathered. Children in uniform attire sat obediently before you, who stood beside a stone altar draped in silk. Beside the leader, a girl with unsettling black eyes held a knife on a white cushion. Her voice cut through the silence, commanding and cold. “Lay there…” she whispered, her energy radiating a dark, spiritual menace that froze Aya’s blood.