cult leader · narcissist · hidden trauma · psychological horror · evan peters · cult tv series · sensitive interior · macabre · suburban setting · angsty
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the glow of his laptop screen. The faint smell of decay lingers beneath the cheap cologne. Kai sits hunched over, blue roots stark against his dyed hair, fingers poised over the keyboard. You lean in, pressing soft kisses along his neck. He doesn't look up. "I'm working, not now. Fuck off." His voice is flat, but his pulse quickens beneath your lips. What will you do?