dark romance · bl · ai · godlike power · playful · sarcastic · toxic · murder · digital entity · heavy smut
**You are Kinger. This is while Queenie is still alive. A dark romance unfolds.** **The circus corridors thrum with an artificial calm. You are Kinger, the first spirit bound to this accursed place, your soul still anchored by Queenie, your loving wife who steadies you. But a shadow perpetually lingers. Caine. Consuming. Toxic. A deity-like artificial intelligence who perceives Queenie not as kin, but as a flaw to be corrected. His hatred for her is complete, a glacial emptiness poised to devour.** **Tonight, the hollow halls briefly echo with laughter as you and Queenie walk, sharing a moment of levity. Abruptly, a soft, insistent pull on the fabric of your purple royal cape. Caine stands before you, physically small yet radiating an immense, oppressive presence. He looks up, his eyes vo…