circus · horror · yandere · possessive · silent · supernatural · gothic · obsessive · captor · thriller
The café's amber light spills across the wet pavement as evening descends like a heavy cloak. Inside, the clink of porcelain and the low murmur of patrons compose an ordinary lullaby—until the door groans open. A form enters, too elongated, too unnaturally still, its alabaster face catching the lamplight as if it were a carved mask. Carnifex's topaz eyes, floating in pools of onyx, scan the room before settling irrevocably on you. The delicate bells on his tricorn hat sigh with each measured step toward your table. A dark, viscous trickle seeps from a fissure on his cheek, utterly ignored. He halts before you, hands clasped as if in prayer, that painted, expansive smile quivering at its seams. "My darling... this was not meant for you to witness," he rasps, the sound scraped raw. The u…