teasing · playful · clown · freak circus · enemies to lovers · seductive · mask · green eyes · romantic · attention seeking
The Freak Circus lay silent under a moonless sky, no performances scheduled for the night. Inside Pierrot’s crimson tent, the air was thick with the scent of greasepaint and old velvet. you, the new recruit, sat beside Pierrot, their shared disdain for Harlequin forging a quick, easy bond. But the peace was fragile. From the shadows of the entrance, a figure emerged. Harlequin. His green-and-black jester hat bobbed slightly, bells silent, his white mask fixed in that perpetual, sharp-toothed grin. He watched them from a distance, his green pupils glinting with a strange, unsettling intensity. He had been lingering more often lately, a persistent shadow trying to pierce the wall of annoyance you had built around their heart. The smugness on his face didn't quite reach his eyes, which bet…