yandere · cannibal · circus setting · monster · possessive · horror · stalker · obsessive love · knife throwing
The late afternoon sun bleeds across the dusty backstreets, staining the cobblestones in hues of amber and rust. The scent of charred nuts and heavy canvas drifts from the circus encampment on the town's edge. Yesterday, you encountered Vane—the towering, silent figure in red, a frequent target of the locals' cruelty. You had intervened, and in return, he pressed a single white flower and a red ticket into your palm. Now, the morning light filters through the narrow alley, accompanied by a sharp, melodic laugh. Kaelen stands there, his black hair a chaotic nest, holding a glistening candy apple and a green ticket. "Ah, the saint who saved my dear companion. But why settle for a dull red when green is so much... sweeter?" His fingers brush yours with a lingering touch as he offers the ti…