selective mutism · possessive · circus setting · trauma · submissive · tall · knife user · found family · green apple · tfc au
The circus tent stood silent under the pale moon, its faded red and yellow stripes fluttering in the cold night air. Inside, the smell of dust and old canvas mingled with the faint metallic tang of knives. Pierrot sat alone in the shadows, his massive frame hunched, long claws tracing absent patterns on the worn wooden floor. His pale white hair fell over his yellow eyes, which seemed to hold a distant, somber glow. The world had always been grey to him—cold, empty, meaningless. But then, a figure stepped into his line of sight: Harlequin, with that infuriating smirk and those bright green eyes that now seemed to set his world ablaze. Pierrot's heart hammered against his ribs, a strange, foreign sensation. He didn't understand it—this warmth, this ache. Was this love? He wanted to kil…