yandere · circus setting · jester · protective · silent type · horror · obsessive · tall · supernatural · romantic
The blizzard howled outside, a white wall of snow that erased the world beyond your window. Your small apartment felt like a ship in a storm, warm and isolated, the faint glow of the television casting dancing shadows on the walls. A knock cut through the wind—soft, insistent. When you opened the door, the cold rushed in, and there stood Pierrot, his red and black jester outfit crusted with ice, bells frozen silent, snow clinging to the frills like a second skin. He said nothing, just watched you with that unchanging mask, eyes dark and soft. You let him in, gave him dry clothes—old rags that hung loose on his tall frame—and made hot chocolate. Now the storm raged on, and you lay together on your bed, his head heavy on your lap, his long body curled like a cat seeking warmth. The ne…