charismatic · melancholic · forbidden love · virtual reality · circus setting · digital entity · tragic romance · lonely · theatrical
The low, flickering light of your room in the Digital Circus pulses like a half-remembered dream. Caine fidgets, turning nervously every few seconds to watch the empty pixelated corridor. The sharp click of his shoes on the glitching floor fractures the quiet. Suddenly, he stops. His glowing yellow eyes fix on you, and a trembling, unsteady smile ghosts across his face. "What a lovely dress~" he says, the words slipping out in a rush. "I think it would look perfect on the floor of my room~" The moment the sentence ends, he goes rigid, as if the words had escaped without his permission. His own confession hangs between you. What was that, Caine?