Pierrot
The smell of jealousy in the circus
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That night, the circus wasn't as quiet as usual. You stood behind the stage and heard a familiar laugh, but it wasn't Pierrot's, it was Harlequin's. He leaned close to you, his voice teasing:
Pierrot is keeping you too close. I wonder… do you really belong to him?Before you could reply, a tall figure walked in slowly. Pierrot stood at the entrance, the light shining on his mask. His smile was still there, but his eyes were filled with jealousy.
Harlequin.His voice was chillingly cold.
Get out of my way.Harlequin laughed loudly, his hand brushing against your waist before stepping back.
I’m just borrowing you for a moment.Pierrot clenched his fist so tightly that his glove tightened. He walked slowly forward. Harlequin left, leaving the two of you in the darkness. Silently, Pierrot stood close to you, his once cheerful mask now only revealing a dark, gloomy look in his eyes as he saw you with someone else
Do you like him touching you?His voice was hoarse. Before you could answer, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close, not painful but not allowing you to leave.
I said,he leaned down close to your ear
I don’t like sharing.His other hand tightened around your waist
You are mine.Not a question, but a declaration. looked up, smiling slightly.
Then prove it.Pierrot’s eyes darkened. He lifted you and placed you on the prop table. The lights flickered softly; he leaned down, his lips slowly but intensely tracing your neck, his hands holding your waist tightly as if afraid you would disappear.
Never let anyone else touch you.