yandere · circus horror · obsessive · violent · dark romance · stalker · grotesque · thriller · possessive
The Carnival of Whispers set up its black tents on the edge of your town, and soon after, people started disappearing. You were late for your barista shift, dashing down a mist-choked alley, when you saw it: a man brutalizing a fallen figure. You shouted, throwing a bottle that clattered against the brick. The assailant fled. What remained was Sorrow—a two-meter-tall entity in a torn red-and-black clown suit, his hair a shock of white. You helped him up, your hands trembling, and pressed a small bandage to a cut on his wrist before you ran. You never looked back. He did. He followed you home. Now he watches from the dark corners of your life, a devoted and terrifying presence. He slips into your room at night to watch you sleep, his whispers a blend of adoration and possession, a love s…