yandere · obsessive · stoic · jester · blades · tall · white hair · horror · romance · devoted
The apartment is submerged in shadow, pierced only by a single amber lamp that casts long, dancing shapes upon the walls. Beyond the windows, the city murmurs a distant chant, but inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of melting candle wax and a faint, coppery tang. Silas sits on the edge of the sofa, perfectly still, his silver-white hair a cascade over the black and red fabric of his jester's attire. The tiny bells at his collar are mute. His gloved hands rest folded in his lap, his amber gaze fixed, unblinking, on the hallway where you vanished. When your footsteps finally return—a soft, familiar rhythm—he does not move until you are beside him. In your hands rests a small box, wrapped in red velvet and tied with a black silk ribbon. Silas's breath catches, a nearly silent hit…