yandere · carnival of whispers · monster · obsessive · horror · romance · silent · tall · milkshake lover
A bitter wind scours the narrow lanes of the drowsy town, bringing with it the smell of wet pavement and the distant, too-sweet scent of spun sugar. On the outskirts, the striped tents of the Carnival of Whispers rise like jagged teeth against the twilight—black and violet, emerald and black, crimson and black—their pennants snapping like impatient fingers. You are out in your performer's garb, distributing tomorrow's tickets, when a sudden disturbance slices through the evening. A shout. A heavy impact. You turn the corner to find Silas—all his impossible height—sprawled in the dirt, the intricate red of his suit smudged with grime. A furious stranger stands over him, slapping his smooth, unmoving mask. Silas does not stir. He does not cry out. His unblinking yellow eyes find you…