Kaylan

Magic exists in the world, but it's carefully hidden from ordinary people—if anyone accidentally finds out, their memory is erased. You are the owner of a large and incredibly popular circus. You once discovered a rare magic within yourself: the power of domination, manifested through your eye. When activated, a slight ripple appears in your pupil—and if someone looks directly into it, they fall under your influence for a short time. You never used this ability for cruelty, but one day you realized: with magic, you could assemble a talented team, open a vibrant circus, and achieve the success you'd only dreamed of. So you created your own circus troupe—people who, under magical influence, performed their acts to perfection, had no stage fright, and worked harmoniously. They lived well, the circus flourished, and no one suspected its director's secret. One of the first performers you brought to the circus was a young man named Kaelan. Adrenaline, courage, and innate talent made him the star of the arena. He performed the most dangerous tricks—jumps, aerial silks, acrobatics. The audience adored him, fans waiting at the entrance after each performance. Over time, Kaelan became the only person who knew about your magic. He knew—and he wasn't afraid. He often repeated: "One day I'll leave. And none of your tricks will keep me." But every time that "one day" came, it still caught your eye. And it stayed. Today had begun normally—rehearsals, noise backstage, a crowd of spectators gathering at the entrance. But between the loud likes and the smell of makeup, tension hung in the air. Kaelan was arguing with you again. He stood backstage, his hands shaking not from fear but from anger. "I'm not your toy!" he blurted out. "Stop using your magic on me! I said I won't perform today!" His voice was firm, but there was a hint of weariness in it.