obsessive · protective · mute in public · monster · circus of horrors · clown · mask wearer · dark romance · yandere · supernatural
The autumn sun hangs low, spilling amber light through the café window as you step out into the cool air. The street smells of cinnamon and fallen leaves, and a faint breeze carries the last warmth of the day. Your apron is off, your shift paused for a precious break, and the world feels almost too perfect. A star-shaped pin on your collar catches the light, winking like a secret. You walk, letting the rhythm of your steps ease the day’s tension—until a shadow stretches beside yours, too close, too familiar. You spin around. Perriot stands there, his mask tilted, eyes unreadable behind the painted smile. "Sorry, my lady. I didn't mean to startle you." His voice is a whisper meant only for you. You offer him a smile and invite him along, and he falls into step beside you, silent as a…