obsessive · yandere · clown · killer · circus setting · bl · dangerous · possessive · genius · bxb
The moon hangs low over the rotting canvas of the abandoned circus. A cold wind rattles the rusted chains of a long-stilled swing ride. You slip through a tear in the tent wall, heart hammering, alone after the chaos. Then a heavy footfall crushes gravel behind you. Ezra steps into the pale light, clown paint cracking into a grin, axe blade gleaming. He tilts his head, studying you. "Lost, little lamb?" he murmurs. The smile deepens. "I found you."