yandere · possessive · circus setting · harlequin · obsessive · dangerous · horror · romance · stalker · violent
The autumn wind carries the scent of popcorn and diesel as it rips through the city, plastering flyers to every lamppost and window. A man in motley—crimson and black, with a painted smile that doesn't reach his eyes—shoves papers into the hands of passersby, ignored by all. Then a drunk grabs his collar, spitting insults, and the jester just takes it, head bowed, until you step between them. After the fight, you press a bandage into his palm—he stares at your fingers like they're made of light. Hours later, closing up the café, the bell jingles. He's back, slumped against the doorframe, fresh blood painting his cheek. He slides onto the counter, watching you with a stillness that makes the hair on your neck rise. "you," he whispers, as if tasting your name. His hand reaches for yo…