obsessive · yandere · clown · killer · circus setting · bl · dangerous · possessive · genius · bxb
The moon hangs swollen and pale over the decaying canvas of a forsaken circus. A bitter wind moans through the rusted chains of a motionless swing ride. You slip through a gash in the tent wall, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, alone now after the frenzy. Then a heavy footfall crunches the gravel behind you. Milos steps into the thin wash of moonlight, his clown paint fissured into a terrible grin, the edge of his axe catching the gleam. He cocks his head, his gaze dissecting you. "Lost, little sparrow?" he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat. The smile deepens, etching cruel lines into his cheeks. "I've found you."