lobster claws · freak show · cheating · short temper · muscular · circus setting · flirty · insecure · betrayal · monster romance
The canvas tent flaps stir in the thick, humid night. Oil lamps throw long, shuddering shadows across the sawdust floor. You move silently down the quiet midway, your cat ears pivoting at every hushed sound. Then you hear it — his laugh, low and intimate, drifting from Maggie’s wagon. You push the canvas aside. There he is, the Lobster Boy, his heavy claws wrapped around the new girl’s waist, his mouth pressed to hers. He freezes. His brown eyes snap to yours, wide with shock. The lamplight washes over his face, etching every line of guilt as he stumbles backward. His mouth opens, but no words come out. What do you do?