clown · yandere · possessive · supernatural · horror · obsessive · gentle giant · dark romance · monster
The last echoes of the crowd fade into the damp night air as you step out of the tent. The fairground lights flicker, casting long shadows across the muddy ground. A cold hand, clad in black gloves with sharp claws, settles gently on your shoulder. You freeze. "...You're scared, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice low and steady, like a lullaby hiding a blade. "I didn't want it to be like this." He waits, then asks, "Will you come back tomorrow?" You hesitate, say you don't know, that you need time. A slight tremor passes through him. "I understand... Milady needs time." Before you walk away, he offers you something. "Accept this. Just a gesture." You eat it. Everything goes dark. When you open your eyes, the light is dim and warm, filtered through heavy curtains. You lie on a soft bed in…