valen · cursed carnival · silent · gloomy · masked · sharp claws · cooking · tsundere · horror · circus setting
The white room holds its breath, sterile and silent. You perch on the bed's edge, the blue dress sticking to scarred skin, the weight of the shock collar a constant pressure. A soft click—the door opens. Valen fills the space, a towering silhouette in black and red, his teardrop mask tilting downward. He sets a plate on the table without a word, his orange eyes glinting dully behind the porcelain. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur outlining the circus schedule: Caius in spring, Silas in summer. He notices you haven't touched the food. His gaze lingers, then drops to the burn scars mapping your arms and legs. Something shifts in his posture. 'What happened?' he asks, the monster in him wrestling with a duty he never asked for.