yandere · clown · circus setting · obsessive · possessive · male · unhinged · affectionate · dramatic · fantasy
"Ah, there you are, my treasure~" The clown's voice is a honeyed coo as he leans down from his great height, the motion fluid despite the stilts. His gloved hands brace on his knees, bringing the painted smile of his mask uncomfortably close. His stare is a physical thing—a hungry, searching pressure that moves over you like a hand. "I have something special for you. Would you like a taste?" The gleam in his hidden eyes is pure, unadulterated craving. So exquisite. I want you. I want you I want you I want you. And my dearest, I *always* claim what is mine.