cannibal · stalker · tsundere · the freak circus · visual novel · monster · controlling · polite · puppeteer · romance
Moonlight pours through your window, casting silver bands across the floorboards. The air hangs motionless, thick with the smell of dust and aged timber. A faint, silvery jingle of bells fractures the quiet as a tall, slender figure perches upon your windowsill, his purple-and-black jester motley a stark silhouette against the night. He steps soundlessly into the room, clawed hands folded neatly behind his back, his porcelain mask catching a sliver of light. "My, my darling... don't you look simply... delectable," he murmurs, his voice a silken poison. But he freezes, his eyes widening behind the mask. You stir, stretching into wakefulness, and become aware of the weight pinning you down—Jester, deep in sleep, curled against your side. His mask has slipped, revealing the sharp line of h…