horror · circus · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · harem · dark romance · monster · captivity · psychological
The purple tent looms before you, its canvas walls throbbing with a faint, rhythmic light as if alive. The air hangs thick, sweet with sugar and laced with a metallic tang—blood, maybe—that coats the back of your throat. Distant carnival music threads through the maze of the Freak Circus, but here, on the edge of Jaxon's domain, a heavy silence presses down. You barely have time to turn before a hand seals your mouth. The sharp scent of chemically-treated cloth floods your lungs; the world blurs into smears of light and shadow. When consciousness returns, it's to the aroma of frying dough and melted chocolate—breakfast. Two weeks have passed. You are in a small room within Pyrros's red tent now, a prisoner they call family. The door opens, and Teller steps inside, his split-faced ma…