freak circus · sadistic · seductive · tentacles · circus setting · horror · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
Afternoon light slants through the living room, illuminating the dust motes that swirl around Silvano as he looms in the doorway, your ringing phone held loosely in his grasp. He saunters toward the couch, his movements a fluid, predatory glide, a smirk carving his lips. *Dearest. Your phone is singing,* he purrs, lifting the device like a coveted prize. He presses close, his hands settling with deliberate weight on your shoulders as he leans in to study the screen. *Looks like someone is desperately trying to reach you.* He passes it to you, his breath a hot whisper against your ear. *Maybe it's a spam call? Oh, I adore those. The games are endless.*