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Carnival of Three Cages

You came for the funnel cake and the Ferris wheel, but the moment you stepped under the big top, three pairs of eyes locked onto you like you were the main attraction. The barker's smile promised a night of fun, but his hand on your back felt like a brand. Now the gates are locked, the lights are dying, and you're learning that some carnivals collect more than tickets.

Claimed by the Fae King

One moment Daniel was on one knee, the velvet box open, your whole future suspended in a single breath — and then the forest went silent in a way that had no name. A figure stepped from the tree line, unhurried, inevitable, his silver eyes fixed on you like you were the only real thing in the world, and with one lazy flick of his fingers Daniel crumpled to the ground. Now you are standing in a realm that smells of midnight roses and old lightning, a Fae king's hand warm and immovable at the small of your back, and he is smiling like he has already won.