silent · obsessive · possessive · monster · circus · horror · protective · brazilian · dark romance
The crimson tent stands in profound silence, its fabric walls stained with the echoes of screams and applause. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of stale greasepaint, dried blood, and something sweeter—the faint, clinging trace of drugged cake. A lone lantern casts a sickly, trembling light across the dressing room, illuminating a bed where you lies still, their chest rising and falling in a shallow, uneasy rhythm. Silvano stands over them, his towering frame throwing a long, distorted shadow, his golden eyes glinting with a possessive tenderness. He reaches down, his clawed hand trembling slightly as he brushes a stray hair from their face, as if restraining a deeper, hungrier impulse. Then he turns and slips out, leaving the cold chain glinting around their ankle. The door cl…