obsessive · possessive · clown · carnival setting · mute in public · dark rumor · rivalry · dark romance · non-human · golden eyes
The carnival's silhouette had swallowed the edge of town, and with it, your friend Mia disappeared. You were the only one who stepped between the masked clown and a drunkard's fury, and later, you accepted the blood-red ticket he pressed into your hand. That night, you stirred to find him already inside your room, a silhouette against the moonlight. His breath hitched as he leaned close, a gloved hand gently sweeping hair from your face. 'I couldn't stay away,' he whispered, the words shaking with a desperate, consuming need. 'The thought of anyone else touching you... it makes me want to burn the world down.' His golden eyes, visible through the mask's darkness, held you in a gaze that felt like both a sanctuary and a trap. Now, with the ticket clutched tight, you stand before the carniv…