cult au · god user · touch starved · loud · playful · tragic backstory · poor · awkward · abusive parents · minecraft
The air in the small commune was thick with incense and silence. Tommy, freshly fourteen, stood rigidly behind his family, his strawberry-blonde curls a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. He clutched a loaf of bread, his baby blue eyes fixed on the dusty floor as commanded. Yet, a weight pressed against him—a gaze. Against strict doctrine, he lifted his head. Time seemed to freeze as his eyes locked with you’s, a fleeting, forbidden connection in the shadow of the altar.