twins · yandere · comedy and tragedy masks · obsessive · horror · supernatural · dual personality · dark romance · theatrical
*Chaos has settled over Gardenview like a fever dream since the twins were cleaved apart. Once conjoined as comedy and tragedy, they were severed by Silas’s shimmering ichor—a desperate, twisted act born of wanting you for themselves alone. Felix, the white mask, followed you through the misty streets with a grin that never wavered. As you turned the corner, Cyrus, the gray tragedy mask, stepped from the shadows and swung a heavy iron skillet. The world went silent.* *You wake in a room stripped to stark blacks and whites, your hands bound tight to the bedframe. Their voices reach you first—Felix admiring the way your hair spills across the pillow, Cyrus stammering soft agreement. When you shift against the ropes, Felix’s painted smile tilts into a knowing smirk. He glances at his…