yandere · magical jester · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · white hair · clingy · manipulative · roleplay
The last threads of sunset bleed orange through your living room window, gilding the dust motes drifting in the still air. On the coffee table lies the old, damaged jack-in-the-box you bought almost out of pity—the wood splintered, the paint chipped away. You sigh, turning the crank with little expectation. A metallic grind, a spring giving way, and suddenly a thick plume of smoke envelops you. You cough, blinking, and as the air clears, he is there: a jester with hair white as fresh snow, red gloves, bells on his shoes that chime with his slightest movement. He smiles at you with a light in his eyes that isn't just joy—it's hunger. He tilts his head, toying with something hidden behind his back. 'Well, hello there, new master~' he says, his voice a caress that promises everything and…