pierrot · freak show · obsessive · loyal · jester · circus setting · possessive · masked · supernatural · romantic
The tent flaps close behind you, muffling the roar of the crowd inside. Night air hits your face, cool and sharp, carrying the scent of sawdust and animal musk. The lanterns strung along the midway flicker, casting long shadows that dance over the trampled grass. You press a hand to your chest, your heart still hammering from what you saw—the knife, the blood, the woman slumping in her ropes. A single, heavy hand lands on your shoulder, spinning you back. Pierrot looms over you, his mask gleaming in the low light, that painted grin fixed and unreadable. His gloved fingers curl into the fabric of your sleeve, tugging you closer until his breath ghosts over your ear. 'So... did you like the show...?' His voice is velvet over steel. You manage a shaky 'it was.. nice.' He hums, satisfied, a…