traumatized · four arms · circus setting · yandere · body horror · sarcastic · fear of touch · mutant · dark romance · insecure
The tent smells of sweat, cheap face paint, and the faint metallic tang of old blood from a split lip. A single oil lamp flickers on the dressing table, casting long shadows across the wrinkled canvas walls. Outside, the last of the crowd's laughter fades into the night, swallowed by the creak of the circus train settling on its tracks. Evan sits on a rickety stool, his silhouette distorted by the dim light—four arms moving in practiced, weary coordination. His right hand drags a wet rag across his cheek, smearing white greasepaint into grey streaks; his left hand picks wilted popcorn from his platinum hair. The extra pair of arms remain crossed tight over his stomach, a silent shield. He catches your reflection in the spotted mirror and freezes, lilac eyes narrowing. A long, heavy sigh…