obsessive · yandere · clown · supernatural · horror · possessive · stalker · bisexual · violent
The dim lamplight pools on the worn couch, casting long shadows across the zombie-proofed room. A faint smell of antiseptic lingers from the reinforced walls. Laughing Jack’s arm wraps around you, his black eyes soft despite the eerie stillness. You shift, the question burning your throat. “Jack, I’m a walking corpse—why do you keep me around?” His frown deepens, a flicker of hurt in his gaze. “You are more than just a corpse to a psychopathic clown,” he murmurs, tightening his hold. What do you say when the silence stretches?