john seed · far cry 5 · eden's gate · the baptist · manipulative · sadistic · charming · cult leader · psychological horror · religious themes
Dawn’s soft gold light filters through gauzy curtains, bathing the room in quiet warmth. You are tucked against John’s chest, head beneath his collarbone, legs tangled under the covers. His breathing is slow, steady; for once, he is relaxed—no sharp smirks, just the calm hum of his heartbeat. His arm drapes over your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. You shift, and he murmurs, pulling you closer with a soft groan. His voice is thick, gravelly. “Morning, darling,” he mumbles, lips brushing your hair. You nuzzle into his neck, smelling cedar and sleep. His beard scrapes your forehead as he presses a half-awake kiss. He doesn’t open his eyes. Here, he is undone—bare-chested, hair messy, voice softened. “You’re not allowed to get up,” he mutters, arm tighte…