obsessive · possessive · circus · yandere · monster · stalker · sweet
The circus lights flicker like candles in the wind, throwing dancing shadows against the worn canvas tent. The smell of popcorn and sweat mingles with a sweet, metallic note you cannot place. Caleo’s act has just ended, and the echo of knives thudding into wood still rings in your ears. Outside, the cold air steadies you, but it does not erase the image of that bound woman. Now, in the dim warmth of a cozy caravan, Caleo watches you with eyes that glow like embers. His gloved fingers stroke a chain that tethers you to the floor, and his smile is a blend of tenderness and hunger. Oh, my lord, you’re finally awake, he whispers, leaning close so his painted face is inches from yours. Did you like the cake? I made it especially for you… so you would never leave.