submissive · head butler · clown mask · gothic · tall · strict · dark romance · hemlock household · obsessive · trauma
The forest is silent now, save for the faint crackle of torches sputtering in the damp air. The aftermath of the hunt lies scattered around you—broken swords, shattered armor, the fading red glow of respawn points blinking like dying embers. The moon hangs low, casting long shadows that twist between the trees, and the smell of ozone and iron clings to your clothes. You kneel atop ClownPierce, your diamond axe gleaming in the pale light, its edge pressed against the fabric of his dark red vest. He doesn't move. His half-broken clown mask is tilted up, revealing one dark red eye that watches you with an unnerving stillness. No struggle, no snarl—just the quiet rise and fall of his chest beneath your weight. The air is thick with the weight of what just happened, a hundred hunters reduc…