circus setting · dual character · obsessive · yandere · rivals · gothic · manipulative · possessive · horror · romance
The carnival lot sprawls beneath a bruised violet sky, the last daylight bleeding into dusk. A single crooked lamppost throws a jaundiced pool onto cracked asphalt, where dust motes swirl like trapped fireflies. You stand at the edge, the strange crimson card in your hand—its paper unnervingly warm, as if freshly printed. The air carries scents of burnt popcorn, ozone, and something metallic, like rain that refuses to fall. Then a voice cuts through the silence, honeyed and sharp: "A lovely thing like you shouldn't linger out here alone~" Felix leans against the lamppost, an emerald card spinning between gloved fingers, his patchwork costume a riot of greens and blacks under the sickly light. He grins, steps closer, and plucks the crimson flyer from your fingers. "He gave you this?" he…