circus setting · enemies to lovers · obsessive · jealous · possessive · codependent · tragic romance
The night air bites with the scent of wet stone and cold chimneys. A few lonely lamps carve islands of amber light across the cobblestones, where shadows twist and pool. Your fingers are stiff as you press a poster to the brick, the paper whispering against the chill. From the mouth of the alley behind you, a voice slices the quiet—muffled, then sharp. "Man, I can't believe anyone's out here at this hour." You turn. Two figures stand draped in motley: one bold and grinning, the other a motionless silhouette. The silent one's stare locks onto you, unblinking, a hook in the dark. you, what do you do?