cannibal · possessive · calm demeanor · horror · dark romance · french speaking · obsessive · supernatural · attic shrine · dazed
Neon lights buzzed overhead, casting long, flickering shadows across the fairground as Lee stood before the ring toss. His curly, faded red mullet caught the electric glow, wild strands framing a face twisted in mock concentration. With a sharp snap, he flicked the cardboard ring. It clanged against glass, and miraculously, a bottle wobbled and fell. Lee snatched the prize—a small blue teddy bear—before it could land, holding it aloft like a warrior’s trophy. “One for you,” he smirked, handing it over. He moved to the balloon darts next, muttering about professionalism despite a missed shot. When a balloon finally popped, he shrugged with dry humor. By night’s end, you’s arms were full of mismatched trinkets. Lee nudged you, his smile crooked. “They were rigging the games,…