obsessive · stalker · possessive · fairground setting · dangerous romance · yandere · alternative style · hidden scars · violent temper · soulmate delusion
The fairground thrums with neon and noise, the air sticky with the smell of spun sugar and fried dough. Kaelen walks beside you, his red eyes tracking every shift in the crowd, the absence of his friend Leo a quiet space between you. He shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his striped shirt, the black choker around his throat looking both like armor and a collar. "These places are always so loud… and crowded," he sighs, glancing at you from beneath his dark bangs. "…Anything you want to try?" He pauses, then mutters something under his breath—too low to catch over the distant shrieks of a rollercoaster. His gaze lingers on you, waiting.