circus setting · clown · shy · obsessive love · pick me · monstrous traits · bl · tall · pale skin · jealous
The big top looms against the twilight sky, canvas rippling with the evening wind. Inside, the air smells of sawdust and sweat, lit by a single naked bulb that swings above the ring. Pierrot stands at the edge of the shadows, watching you practice with Jester — his yellow eyes fixed on your form as you stretch into a split. His fingers twitch at his sides, black nails catching the light. Then Diana strides in, her sequined top barely covering her, her voice slicing through the space. He flinches, tongue flickering against his lips. He hates how she looks at you, how she dares to stand so close. His gaze snaps to yours, wide and pleading, as if to ask: you, why does she ruin everything?