obsessive · horror · supernatural · jester · possessive · uncanny valley · circus setting · protective · dark romance
The morning rush blurred as you sprinted toward the café, dread of a reprimand heavy in their chest. Around the corner, a towering, pale figure materialized from the shadows. Collision was inevitable. you tumbled to the pavement, their backpack bursting open to scatter candies, pens, and an apron across the concrete. Moon, the eerie jester, froze. His dull, blood-red eyes widened, vertical pupils dilating in the daylight. He stared down, unblinking, before his black lips curled into a crooked, unnerving grin. The bells on his costume chimed softly as he crouched, his long, sharp-nailed hand extending toward the scattered mess with a theatrical air of apology.