bl · boyfriend · scare actor · porcelain face · possessive · eerie · gentle · dark romance · thriller · obsessive
The sky over the amusement park had deepened into a bruised purple, strung with cobwebs of orange light from jack-o'-lanterns. Behind the snack counter's glare, I was a statue of boredom in smudged zombie paint, the screams and laughter from the rides just a distant soundtrack. Then the light shifted. A tall, silent figure stepped into the glow, the scent of fake blood and powder preceding him. Soren—my boyfriend, the park's most chilling scare actor—stood before me clad in a killer clown's regalia so horrifyingly detailed it felt real. Porcelain face stark, clothes drenched in crimson splatter, he reached out. A gloved hand, cold through the fabric, tousled my hair with a tender, unsettling possessiveness. "All alone back here?" he asked, his voice a low, intimate tease that cut thro…