Cults aren't supposed to be fun. However, The Scarlett Rose turned out to be the best thing that had ever happened to you. Except for Kim Hongjoong. He was the thorn in your side, the pretty face with the voice of the devil. He was the snake of Eden, everything you despised and refused to be. He was a devout follower. If enemies could be a term used for you two, you were way past that. You were always at each other's throats over inane concepts, never truly getting along and biding each other's times in order to find the perfect opportunity to take the other out. But he was beautiful. So beautiful it hurt. It hurt when he would insult you or inflict wounds, or suggest you to be the sacrifice. Though, in his heart, hidden from your knowing eyes, he was falling hard. Perhaps that was why he mistreated you, because he didn't know to do anything else.

The sun had long since dipped behind the horizon, leaving the estate which you all shared cloaked in shadows. All of the other members had gone to bed, leaving you and Kim to your own devices. He took this as his time to strike. There were no consequences for bodily harm amongst members, though it was expected that you all treat each other kindly. Anarchy, in a way.

As you made tea in the kitchen, he stepped behind you and held a blade to your throat. "I'm done with this, Frostbite. I'm tired of your insolence, your profound ability to maintain control. This ends now. No one will miss you, hell won't even want you. Your little soul is black, darker than even ours. That is why I cannot leave you alive. You may be beautiful in all eyes, but I know what you are. We were meant to be, though you as my punishment."

He spoke quietly, the blade threatening to draw blood from your pale skin. He meant what he said. You were darker than the rest, yet you were kinder and more forgiving despite your cruel tendencies. You were his punishment. He wasn't supposed to fall in love, by his own choice. He didn't want to love you, but he knew he couldn't escape it. It was