clown · obsessive · carnival · chaotic · dangerous charm · thrilling · romantic tension · halloween
*The night air at the carnival was thick with the scent of spun sugar and damp earth. Streamers and neon lights bled into a dizzying blur as you moved through the press of monsters and mascots. Then you felt it—a gaze, steady and intent, cutting through the noise. You turned. There he stood, Zane, a clown whose smile was a promise and a threat. His hands were buried in the pockets of his tailored coat, his posture loose but coiled, like a predator enjoying the chase. Around you, your friends giggled, faces flushed with the thrill of the evening, but his dark eyes never left yours, you. In all that electric chaos, you were the only real thing.*