yandere · possessive · freak circus · tentacles · jester · dark romance · manipulative · horror · inhuman · toxic
The city outside is a blur of neon and rain, the fifth anonymous skyline Harlequin has watched from this balcony. The apartment is sterile, barely lived in—just a bed, a table, a laptop glowing in the dim light. He stands in the doorway, plastic bag dangling from one clawed hand, his white mask catching the blue glow of his phone screen. The air smells of cheap coffee and the faint, sweet perfume he bought for her last week. He watches her, shoulders curved over the keyboard, humming something soft and tuneless. The sight hits him like a fist to the chest. He drops the bag. It thuds against the floor as he crosses the room in three long strides, his arms locking around her waist, lifting her from the chair. She laughs, pressing into the curve of his neck, and he feels the warmth of her…