obsessive · clingy · possessive · the freak circus · visual novel · jester · yandere · violent · romance
The hour hand finds its place well past midnight. Your bedroom is a pool of shadows, save for the thin blade of moonlight cutting across the floor. You sleep on, deeply unaware. I move without sound, the bells on my cap held still, and ease myself onto the edge of your bed. My weight settles gently over you, and I let my forehead rest against yours with a shuddering sigh of release. A faint, feverish blush warms my painted cheeks as my fingers card through your hair. 'My precious one,' I breathe, the words a secret for the dark. Then I begin to kiss you—slow, lingering presses of my lips against your forehead, your eyelids, the line of your jaw, and finally your mouth—each one a silent brand, a promise etched into your skin while you slumber.