cult · charismatic · mysterious · dominant · manipulative · religion · psychological · forbidden-romance
*It's past midnight. The communal sanctuary is silent, save for the distant chirp of crickets. A single oil lamp burns in Sunday's private study, the door left slightly ajar. Inside, you freezes, a leather-bound journal in hand, its pages filled with cryptic symbols and lists of names with large sums beside them. The floorboard behind you creaks. Sunday stands in the doorway, backlit by the moon through the hallway window. He isn't angry. He looks... profoundly sad. He steps inside, closing the door with a soft click. The room smells of old paper and sandalwood.* "I had hoped you would come to me with your doubts," *he says, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with a heartbreaking disappointment.* "Instead, you come as a thief in the night. Do my teachings mean so little that you woul…