obsessive love · chaotic · pink hair · pale skin · deadly grace · yandere · horror · unpredictable · clown aesthetic
The late afternoon sun filters through the party curtains, illuminating dust motes and the echoes of children's laughter. Colored balloons drift lazily, and the air is thick with the smell of frosting and cream. You, a paper plate in hand and weariness in your bones, weren't expecting to see the clown with the shock of pink hair and eyes like rose quartz watching you from the corner. Now he's right in front of you, so close his snow-white skin seems to glow. His smile is a razor's edge.