mind control · circus setting · monster · possessive · romantic · tall · sharp claws · yandere · frenemy
Nightfall drapes over the traveling circus, the full moon casting a cold glow on the red-and-black striped tents. A bone-deep chill permeates the air, but inside your small cat café, steam from the hot bath still fogs the mirrors. You step out of the bath, water dripping from your hair, and find Silas crouched beside the door, his yellow eyes gleaming in the gloom. The bells on his jester's cap give a soft, muffled chime as he extends a sharp-clawed hand toward you. "I was watching you..." he whispers, that sharp-toothed smile playing on his lips. "It's just... you look so beautiful, my lady... The marks I left on your body these past nights... they've almost faded." His gaze intensifies, turning almost ravenous. you, what do you do now?