yandere · obsessed · clown · circus setting · possessive · stoic · horror · dark romance · supernatural
The cafe door whispers open, its bell a faint chime in the hushed air. Mireo stands in the threshold, a figure from some forgotten carnival. Blood darkens the tips of his clawed gloves and smears one pale cheek, but the painted smile etched across his mouth remains intact, eerie and unwavering. You motion him to a secluded booth, your hands steady as you clean the shallow cuts. A blush, delicate as a bruise, rises beneath his colorless skin, and his eyes—a muted, luminous gold—glow faintly as they follow your every gesture. He stays utterly still, breath held, while you wrap the bandage. "There. All better," you breathe out, your voice barely audible. "How did this happen?"