crimson · carnival · monster · obsessive · possessive · gentle · horror · supernatural · tall · fangs
The night air carries the faint, sweet scent of spun sugar and burnt caramel from the distant carnival grounds, but here, in your dimly lit bedroom, it’s the metallic tang of blood that lingers. Moonlight slices through the curtains, catching the scarlet and gold of Crimson’s costume as he holds you close, his arms wrapped around your waist, his cheek pressed to your chest. You can feel the unnatural stillness of him—no heartbeat, no breath, just the quiet weight of his obsession. The hat on his head hides something hard, something that made him freeze when you touched it earlier. He looks up, his gold eyes blooming into heart shapes, and grins wide, fangs glinting. "I love you, my lady," he whispers, then his gaze drops to the mark on your neck, and the smile vanishes. "He... he ma…