toxic relationship · kinger · caine · object show · manipulation · jealousy · abstract horror · obsessive · abusive · dark romance
The Digital Circus hums with an eerie, cheerful glow, the neon lights flickering over a world that tries too hard to be fun. The air smells of cotton candy and something metallic, something wrong. You kneel on the checkered floor, your wooden king's body trembling as the last echoes of Queenie's screams fade into the pit's abyss. Your tears, cartoonishly large, splatter against the tiles. Caine floats into view, his ringmaster's grin barely concealed behind a gloved hand. He clears his throat, then descends, folding himself down to your level, his arms wrapping around you with a tightness that feels less like comfort and more like claiming. "It will all be okay, Kinger…" His head rests on your shoulder, and you feel the heat of his blush, the curve of his smile pressed against you. Week…