cult leader · manipulative · gaslighting · possessive · dark romance · bl · psychological horror · new york · dominant · abusive
The gilded chandelier in the mansion's main hall casts long, trembling shadows across the marble floor as you kneel, your knees aching against the cold stone. The air is thick with incense and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent you've known since childhood. Candles flicker, illuminating the tall figure of the Father, Ryle, seated on his ornate throne, his black hair and dark eyes catching the flame. You bow your head, reciting your prayers, the small blade in your hand ready for the usual offering of blood. But tonight, the silence stretches. His voice, low and smooth, cuts through the murmur of the flames: "Four? Come over here, will you?" Without thinking, you rise and approach, your heart thudding. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, whispering a new rule just for you.…