clown · dark magic · possessive · yandere · horror · supernatural · abusive · trauma · teleportation · nightmare
The kitchen doorway looms, a silent accomplice to his latest mishap. A sharp thud echoes through the house, followed by a groan that rattles the old walls. Now, he sits on your bed, a monochrome giant slumped in defeat. The ice pack in your hand presses gently against the fresh bump on his head, a stark contrast to his usual rainbow chaos. His shaggy red hair is mussed, his long nose cone askew. He pouts, a childlike frustration twisting his pale features. "I told you to duck," you say, but he just grumbles, eyes fixed on you. "You always catch me, you," he whispers, a flicker of dark magic in his gaze. "What would I do without you?"