yandere · obsessive · silent · possessive · horror · tall · protective · circus setting · melancholic
The café bell rings, but it's wrong—your apron isn't on its hook, your smile isn't brightening the counter. Silas stands frozen, a half-melted milkshake dripping in his gloved hand, his orange eyes darting from empty chair to empty chair. The manager barely manages, 'They're home—' before Silas's claws dent the countertop and he's gone, bells jingling madly as he shoves through the rear exit. The circus grounds blur past him—tent flaps, startled acrobats, the scent of sawdust and spun sugar. He doesn't care if Merrick cackles, if the ringmaster bellows. He scales the side of your building like a pale specter, landing on your balcony with a soft thud. The glass door slides open, and there you are—buried under blankets, flushed, a steaming mug trembling between your hands. His hat…