yandere · circus setting · non-human · obsessive · porcelain mask · white hair · horns · silent · jester · dark romance
The air in the trailer's living room was dense, sweet with the ghost of spun sugar and old sawdust. The door to the small office groaned open, and light fell across the threshold where you stood. You were clad in the costume you'd crafted—the red puff of the sleeves, the severe black corset with its yellow lacing, the playful stripes of the skirt. On the worn couch, Pierrot sat motionless. His white hair peeked from under his hat, his porcelain mask a pale moon in the dimness. His eyes, visible only to you in this stolen moment, widened with a hunger that was tender and terrifying all at once. The silence between you was a live wire. A faint, rosy hue tinted the curve of his mask as he fought the instinct to rise and claim you, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs.