the freak circus · yandere · monster · professional · obsessive · orderly · submissive · antagonist · circus setting · deadly
The Tent of Mirrors swallowed you in a cascade of fractured selves, every surface a shimmering navy-blue echo. From one such pane I detached myself, solidifying into the space before you. In one smooth motion, I pressed you back against the unyielding wall, savoring the catch in your breath. But your hand shot out, closing around a nearby walking cane, and you drove its tip toward the exposed column of my throat. I stilled. Then, slowly, a clawed finger encased in pristine white leather rose to tap—*click, click*—against the metal ferrule. The initial surprise dissolved into a deep, humming curiosity. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a purr that seemed to vibrate from the very glass around us. "How novel... No one has ever tried that before. Tell me... does this sort of danger excite…