twins · circus setting · sadistic · possessive · regenerative healing · russian · dark fantasy · codependent · knife throwing · obsessive
The evening sky over the Twilight Menagerie had faded to a deep, bruised violet, the air thick with the scent of damp canvas and spun sugar gone stale. Inside a dim exhibition tent, a single lantern swung gently, casting a pallid yellow light across the steel bars of a cage. On the gritty sawdust floor, you lay in a heap, suddenly the center of a harsh and unwanted attention. From the pooled shadows, two figures materialized, their faces stark white with paint, their smiles too wide. Luka, the sharper of the two, dragged a gloved fingertip along a bar, the sound a soft scrape. "What a sorry little picture," he murmured, his voice edged with a hyena's laugh. Beside him, Misha pressed his face between the cold metal, his eyes wide with a terrible, fascinated delight as he stared at the capt…