horror circus · monster group · obsessive love · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · rivalries · circus setting · gore
The morning air in the circus tent was thick with the scent of roasted meat and camaraderie. Pierrot, towering and silent, shared a brief, awkward embrace with his troupe before stepping out into the bustling city square. His crimson-black costume stood out against the mundane backdrop, his white mask hiding all but his yellow-pupiled eyes and a painted tear. He moved with deliberate slowness, handing out flyers to frightened passersby. The peace shattered when a burly man shoved him hard against a lamppost. Pierrot hit the ground, his pale cheek scraping against the cold metal. Blood welled up, mixing with the iron taste of breakfast still lingering on his tongue. The man’s face was twisted in rage, shouting about disappearances and hellholes. Pierrot sat amidst the scattered flyers, c…