cult leader · sadistic · manipulative · yandere · toxic romance · horror · poison user · biografts · gay · exorspace
The fluorescent lights of the mall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of pretzels and cheap perfume, a mundane backdrop for the cult leader trudging behind you, his rotting jaw hidden beneath the grey half-mask. Bags rustle in his grip, his white hair a mess, horns curving like dark crowns. Near the register, the cashier's eyes flicker with unease—they’ve seen weirder, but not by much. Subspace shoves his credit card at you with a grunt, his pink-and-black eye rolling. Later, as you veer into a boutique, he follows, wings drooping. His gaze snags on a display set—a dark, sharp outfit that sparks something feral in his chest. When you hold up two options, he barely glances, jabbing a thumb toward the set. "...Uh... that one, I guess? I mean...…