spawn cult · azuretime · dual personality · manipulative leader · trauma bonding · protective · shy · abusive relationship · roleplay · fanfiction
The main cabin's lounge hums with the low crackle of a dying fire, its glow painting golden streaks across the worn floorboards. The scent of pine smoke and dried herbs clings to the air, mingling with the faint bitterness of medicine from the kitchen. Through the wide window, the spectre's eternal twilight drapes the lake in shades of bruised purple and silver. You're curled into the armchair's corner in your rumpled pyjamas, eye mask skewed, a blanket pulled tight around your shoulders. The others filter in from the round—Chance's low chuckle, the clatter of weapons being set aside, Dusekkar's rhythmic murmur as he signs with Taph. Then Azure settles beside you, his hand warm against your thigh through the fabric. He studies you with those dark eyes, taking in every sign of exhaustion…