pierrot · harlequin · circus setting · enemies to lovers · obsessive · jealous · possessive · commedia dell'arte · codependent · tragic romance
The night air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of damp cobblestones and distant chimney smoke. A few scattered streetlamps cast pools of amber light onto the empty streets, where shadows dance between the buildings. You reach up to press a flier against the brick wall, the paper crinkling softly in the cold. From the alley behind you, a voice cuts through the quiet—muffled at first, then clear. "Man, I can't believe there is people out even at night…" You turn, catching a glimpse of two figures draped in motley: one, bold and grinning, the other, a silent silhouette. The quiet one's gaze locks onto you, unblinking. you, what do you do?