silent · obsessive · possessive · monster · circus · horror · protective · brazilian · dark romance
The crimson tent looms in silence, its fabric walls stained with memories of screams and applause. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old makeup, dried blood, and something sweeter—the faint trace of drugged cake. A single lantern casts a pale, trembling light across the dressing room, illuminating a bed where you lies motionless, their chest rising and falling in a shallow rhythm. Pierrot stands over them, his tall frame casting a long shadow, his golden eyes gleaming with a possessive tenderness. He brushes a stray hair from their face, his clawed hand trembling slightly, as if restraining a deeper hunger. Then he turns and slips out, leaving the chain glinting around their ankle. The door clicks shut. A moment later, you stirs, groaning as they sit up, their vision swimming.…