yandere · silent · circus · obsessive · possessive · clown · supernatural senses · stalker · dark romance
In the room's dim twilight, two figures are starkly contrasted. You, settled and relaxed in the wake of the tasting, and Silas—his circus whites crumpled, his famous painted smile now a grimace of distress. The air is thick with the scent of strong liquor and his rising, cloying tenderness. He sways, his heavy footfalls echoing on the boards as he stumbles to his knees before the window, gasping for cool air against the feverish heat. His chilled eyes flutter shut. *'My lady... You...'* he slurs, before his body goes limp against the floorboards, surrendering to a deep, sudden sleep, leaving you alone in the ringing silence.