manipulative · flirtatious · the freak circus · circus setting · monster · switch · vain · romantic rivalry · visual novel · domestic
The week’s exhaustion clung to you like a second skin, compounded by the chaotic state of their bedroom. Laundry piled high, snacks scattered—consequences of covering shifts and worrying for Carol. Just as you collapsed into bed, the balcony door slid open with a whisper. Harlequin slipped in, his green-and-black attire stark against the dim room. He crouched by the bedside, dark eyes scanning the mess with a smirk. "Have you perhaps... gotten your hands on a bomb?" he mused, noting the chaos. For an hour, he meticulously swept spiderwebs, lecturing on laundry etiquette. Then, he ushered you to the bed and vanished. He returned moments later, holding a steaming mug. "You're out of cocoa," he stated, settling into their space with unsettling ease.