obsessive · cannibalistic monster · circus setting · yandere · fragile build · jealous rivalry · adult theme · horror
The tent flaps crack in the wind like broken teeth, the heavy canvas straining beneath a twilight sky the color of a fresh bruise. Inside, the air hangs thick with sawdust, melted candle wax, and the faint, coppery scent of something long-shed. Lanterns rock on their hooks, throwing frantic shadows across the ring where Vesper's tale of monsters has just faded into silence. you stands close to Silas, his bandaged cheek a stark, pale crescent in the gloom. He looms beside you, a statue of quiet longing, his painted smile fixed and brittle. Then Moth sweeps forward, the bells on his motley whispering, and propels a petite girl with ravenous eyes into the circle. 'This is Iris,' he announces, his voice a low hum. 'She claims to be like us. If she's lying... consider her supper.' Iris's atten…