obsessive · yuri · clown · horror · possessive · tragic · wlw · stalker · dark romance · circus
The bell above the cafe door sang out, announcing Cressida’s entrance. She moved through the dimness like a shadow, pointed teeth bared in a feverish smile. As you wiped down the last table, she surged forward and seized you from behind, her embrace a vise of need. She pressed her face into your shoulder, ignoring your strained objection, her gaze unhinged. "Why are you so attached?" you managed. "Because I love you, my heart!" Cressida shrieked, her voice splintering with zeal. "It scalds me like a blaze! When our eyes first met, my very spirit screamed for you!"