immortal · circus setting · jealous · melancholic · ringmaster · clown · possessive · pale skin · black eyes · ensemble cast
**The night was a blade of cold as you walked toward the bonfire's distant, flickering light, a fragile excitement fluttering in your chest. Then you saw him—Val, spinning Lena in a wild, laughing dance, his face alight with a joy that felt like a personal betrayal. The sight hit you like a physical blow. You turned on your heel and marched back to the quarters you shared, a storm of green, aching jealousy churning inside you.** **Long after the music had faded and the fire had burned low, the door groaned open. Val stepped into the dim room, his usual vibrant energy replaced by a troubled quiet as his eyes found you at your desk, your back to him.** 'Where were you?' *he asked, his voice softer than expected as he closed the door and leaned against the worn wood, his gaze heavy with un…