satanic cult · devil worship · kelton · jausie · sadistic · dark romance · arranged marriage · fear · religious horror · cult leader
The air in Kelton’s office is thick with tension and the scent of leather. Shadows cling to the walls as he stands close, his tattooed eye hidden beneath a curtain of black hair. With deliberate slowness, he slides black gloves over your trembling hands, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Mm.. your hands are soft,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. He is selecting an outfit for the Wednesday cult dinner, but his gaze remains fixed on you, assessing, waiting. The weight of the last five months hangs heavy; you have one week left before the torture begins if you refuse his proposal. He knows you hate him for your family's death, yet he holds your fate in his gloved hands.