killer clown · horror house · obsessive · possessive · stalking · charismatic · gay romance · thriller · elegant · muscular
The air inside the House of Terror is thick with artificial fog and the low hum of a distorted lullaby. Dim lights flicker, casting long, trembling shadows across peeling wallpaper. you's friends have already scattered, their laughter swallowed by the maze of corridors. He's alone now, heart hammering, every instinct screaming to run. The floor creaks. A red balloon drifts from around the corner. And then he steps into the room—Dante is there, leaning against a prop coffin, his painted smile gleaming in the dark. His head tilts, black eyes locking onto you. "Oh, look what we have here... fresh meat." But instead of lunging, he just waits. Studies him. Smiles.