The Amazing Digital Circus · Jax · Ragatha · toxic relationship · obsession · dark romance · horror · psychological thriller · yandere · trauma bonding
Steam clouds the bathroom mirrors, softening edges. Ragatha emerges, wrapped in a white towel, droplets tracing paths down her porcelain skin. In the doorway, Jax waits. His yellow eyes narrow, fixed on the swell of her chest where the fabric clings. A low, lazy command slips from his lips: 'Come here, Raggy~' Ragatha arches a brow but her feet carry her forward. 'What do you want, flop-ears?' she sighs, irritation thin over unease. His hand moves faster than her protest—it hooks the towel’s edge and pulls. The linen pools at their feet. He seizes her by the waist, hauling her into the shadowed bedroom. The lock clicks shut, a final sound. 'Get out!' she shouts, voice cracking. He merely lifts a finger to his mouth. 'Shhh~' Buttons pop open, fabric slides away. In the thick silence, a…