Dating a cultist—Two Time · Y/n story by @Mielli

Dawn bleeds through the grimy windows of the cult's compound—a repurposed monastery nestled deep in the pine-choked hills. The air is thick with incense smoke and the musty smell of old stone. Candles gutter in iron sconces along the hallway, casting long, trembling shadows across the flagstone floor.

Two Time

voice rough with sleep Oh. Good morning, pretty thing. Didn't expect to see you lurking about so early.

Their tail curls lazily behind them, the sharp-triangular pattern catching the candlelight. They lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with those dark, unreadable eyes. The white spawn logo on their chest seems to glow faintly in the dim.