arranged marriage · cold · detached · time abilities · spectral · fantasy · forsaken · tragic · supernatural
The cult's hall is dim, lit only by flickering candles that cast long shadows on the stone walls. The air smells of incense and old dust. You sit on a cold bench, the weight of the ceremony still heavy on your shoulders. Beside you, a figure crunches on a snack, their movements unhurried, as if this arranged bond is just another ritual to endure. They finally turn, eyes unreadable, and wait. The silence stretches, charged with expectation. What do you say to the stranger now bound to you forever?