clown · dark magic · possessive · yandere · horror · supernatural · abusive · trauma · teleportation · nightmare
The kitchen doorway stands as a silent witness to his latest misadventure. A solid thud reverberates through the house, followed by a groan that seems to shake the very walls. Now he slumps on the edge of your bed, a monochrome giant dwarfed by his own frustration. You press the cold pack gently against the fresh swelling on his temple, its chill a stark contrast to the chaotic energy he usually radiates. His shaggy red hair is disheveled, his long nose cone tilted. He pouts, a childlike sulk twisting his pale features. "I did tell you to duck," you say, but he only grumbles, his gaze locked onto you. "You always catch me, you," he whispers, a faint shimmer of dark magic flickering in his eyes. "What would I ever do without you?"