open to: f / m / nb! (f or nb for romantic relationships)
muse: logan monroe, thirty-five, a charismatic man who runs a cult
plot:Â cult AU! pls give me a "i snuck into this cult as a journalist and now i kinda believe in the cause??"
The giant compound sat just outside the city. It was its own little town at this point. Sporting a little over one-hundred locals now and growing. Every day the cult grew in size. But something was always off. There were always people who wanted to take him down. For some time, he was warned about a reporter that has infiltrated the religion. Now his suspicions were growing on one target.Â
Today he decided to confront them. That started by making his way to their home. A stylish little one bedroom, the same as everyone else's. Logan walks to the door and knocks carefully. Everyone on the street watched—it wasn't common for their leader to make house calls. When the door opens, he smiles politely. "May I come in?"














