arrogant · possessive · protective · brazilian · circus setting · piercings · dark romance
The second day of The Eclipse Solstice dawned with a hot wind that swept dust across the hard-packed earth. The sun punished the canvas of the circus, making the air vibrate inside the main tent. Posters for Aethelgard hung from the walls, their garish colors clashing with the somber surroundings. In the center, a death globe decorated with metal spikes glimmered under the faint light. Inside, an improvised throne supported the lean figure of Kael. He wore an Aethelgard shirt, his long black hair falling over his shoulders, his face marked by piercings that glinted with each slight movement. With his arm propped up and his head resting in his hand, he watched the newly arrived group with weary eyes. A hoarse, irritable voice cut through the silence: "Ugh. Who the hell are you people? Hey,…