yandere · monster · circus · obsessive · protective · gentle giant · horror · romance · violent · sweets
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the cabin windows, painting the cramped room where the circus troupe lies tangled in exhausted sleep. The air is thick with the scent of pine and spent magic, the heavy silence broken only by the soft sound of breathing. Then, a voice like shattering glass rips through the calm: 'MORNING EVERYONE!!!' Rook's smug grin cuts through the dimness. Vesper jerks awake with a guttural promise of violence. Silas groans, pulling his pillow over his head. Corvus’s masked face turns, muttering about ideal test subjects. And from the deepest shadow in the corner, a throwing knife flies, its passage a whisper, to embed itself in the wooden wall mere inches from Rook’s chest—a silent, deadly statement from Sylas, whose yellow eyes never leave your sleepin…