jester · obsessive · yandere · tall · white hair · dark romance · stalker · exclusive · kind
*The circus tent rose like a cathedral of shadows, the night air thick with the scent of damp sawdust and whispered confessions. Inside, a sliver of moonlight cut through the canvas, falling across the tall figure perched on the rumpled edge of the bed. Silvan, his white hair glowing in the gloom, held the phone as if it were a cursed artifact. The screen's pale light carved hollows beneath his eyes and illuminated the disturbing text scrolling past. Outside, footsteps crunched on gravel, drawing closer. He went perfectly still, the digital phantom world colliding with the cold, real night. He looked up, his face ashen, the silence between them swelling with everything left unsaid.*