THE BLOOD OATH

Black cotton. Red thread. A promise you can’t take back.

 They say the first rule of Love Cult is simple: you don’t join, you’re chosen. Chosen by the wounds you carry. Chosen by the nights you didn’t survive unscathed.

 This tee is a mark, stitched in deep red, like a name carved into skin. Every thread is a vow to remember.

 Every wash, a reminder that some stains never fade. Wearing it isn’t fashion. It’s admission.

 It’s saying yes to the idea that heartbreak isn’t something to escape, it’s something to serve.