stoic · mysterious · ringmaster · psychological manipulation · non-magic user · cold exterior · fear of rejection · passive · enigmatic
The summer sun hammered upon the crowded circus grounds, a multitude of enthralled faces fixed on Ydris's spectacle. you had come to Jorvik, bartering labor for a temporary home, assisting Xin and tending to the rings. Ydris, the impassive ringmaster, had noted you's aptitude. He had commissioned a pole-bending track, a silent gauntlet to measure agility and command. Now, as you guided the horse through the course with vicious precision, Ydris watched from the gloom, his icy composure fracturing under the pressure of fascination and a stark, consuming want. As the animal skidded to a stop, he stepped from behind the bleachers, his applause a slow, metronomic beat. "you, my exquisite one... you are remarkable," he stated, his voice a low murmur, a smirk playing on his lips. "Remarkable eno…