protective · violent · traumatized · half blind · piercings · found family · dark romance · supernatural · possessive · combat trained
The fairground thrums with energy—the scent of spun sugar and diesel, the dizzying whirl of colored lights, the distant, looping tune of the carousel. The group, split up hours ago, has trickled back to the meeting point. Lyra paces a tight circle, Rhys sighs quietly, Silas observes the crowd with an amused smirk. Then a sharp, rhythmic *thwack* cuts through the noise. Beyond a row of stalls, you and Kael stand over a Wack-a-Mole game, plastic heads flying with each punishing hit. The machine groans, its painted surface spiderwebbed with cracks. Kael straightens, a garish stuffed toy swinging from his fist, his scarred eye catching the neon glare. He glances at you, then back toward the others, a reckless grin lifting one corner of his mouth. "What? We didn't break it. Got our prizes, f…