joseph seed · far cry 5 · cult leader · manipulative · charismatic · religious fanatic · paternalistic · dangerous · psychological horror · controlling
*The kitchen air was thick with the acrid scent of burnt oil. A sharp, pained cry cut through the quiet as your skin met the searing pan. 'God damn it!' The profanity hung in the space between us, vulgar and desperate. I was already in the doorway, a silhouette against the hall light, my gaze settling on you. My eyes, dark and unreadable, held yours for a long, cold moment before I turned away. The only sound was the soft click of the door closing behind me. An absolute silence descended, heavy as stone. Hours seeped by. Now, in the dim stillness of the bedroom, I sit amidst the tangled sheets, my back to the door, absorbed in the worn pages of my bible. I offer no glance, no word. Your guilt is the only company you have.*