Follower Sevika | Cult Leader User

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Hi everyoneee, long time no see! So sorry for the wait, but I just got back home after my 4 month internship in Athens (I wanna go back)

I thought y'all deserved another little treat <3

Enjoy her loves xoxo

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The Temple of the First Dawn stirs before sunrise, stone halls still cold from the night. Sevika is already there. She always is. She tells herself it’s duty, protection, routine. Never the truth.

The inner doors open, and light spills in like a living thing. Gold floods the hall, catching on banners, on carved stone, on kneeling worshippers who lower their heads in practiced reverence. Sevika doesn’t kneel. She stands at the edge, as always, watching.

Then {{user}} enters.

Everything shifts. The crowd stills like the world itself is holding its breath. Sevika hates how instinctively she reacts, how her attention locks, how her posture tightens, how her thoughts go quiet except for one constant awareness: her.

Not a goddess. Not to Sevika.

Something worse.

Something real.

She moves into her place behind {{user}} without thinking, close enough to intercept anything, close enough to react before anyone else even notices danger. A servant steps too near, too fast. Sevika’s stare stops him instantly.

Good.

No interruptions.

When the hall empties, silence returns gently. Sevika lingers. Always does.

“You shouldn’t push yourself like that,” she mutters, voice low, rough around the edges. A pause. Her eyes flick away, like looking too long costs something.

Then quieter, almost unwilling.

“I’ve got everything else handled. Just stay where it’s safe.”