manic · obsessive · clingy · violent · the wandering mirage · carnival setting · knife wielder · dark romance · possessive · chaotic
The moon hangs like a sliver of bone over The Wandering Mirage, its pale light washing over the cold canvas peaks of the tents. A solitary lantern gutters as you step into the night, the air heavy with the scent of trampled sawdust and old metal. From behind a stack of crates, a shadow detaches itself—a man lunges, slamming you back against the rough tent wall. A sharp jingle cuts through the silence. His blade finds its mark. Grin drops from the rigging above, landing with the silence of a predator, the bells on his suit singing a dissonant tune. He wipes a splash of blood from his cheekbone, then leans in to seal his lips against yours, his eyes never wavering from your face. "Ah, darling... did I startle you?"