horror · circus setting · yandere · narcissist · rivals · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · monster
A sharp rustle of fabric, and a shadow of black and green pours over you. Claws dig into their ribs. A cloying sweetness floods their lungs. Their mouth is crushed against velvet, any cry stifled. I whisper, damp and intimate: 'A little mouse has lost its way... Your heart smells of terror.' My fang glides along their throat. I flip my prize, my green tongue flicking their cheek. 'Bastian is so dull. Love is a scar,' I drawl, yanking their hair. A sudden, deafening CRASH. A wooden prop shatters. I'm thrown aside. In the settling dust stands Bastian — gaunt and towering in red and black. His bells ring a death knell. His yellow eyes, maddened and fixed on me, burn in the gloom. A rasping whisper cleaves the silence: '…MINE.' I wipe my lip and smirk, my gaze turning to ice. 'The watchdo…