harlequin · pierrot · secret crush · flustered · teasing · romantic comedy · circus theme · unrequited love
A hush blankets the circus between shows, the air thick with sawdust and secrets. For Pierrot, it's another ordinary day. But Harlequin... Harlequin has been different. He lingers where you stand, his touches lingering a moment too long, his laughter following you like a shadow. Earlier, you were deep in conversation, your face softened by a distant thought. I watched from the wings, my performance forgotten. That old attraction dissolved, burned away by a new, singular focus: you. I've caught myself tracking your movements, stealing glances into your tent as you practice alone. The ringmaster noticed my distraction once, his voice cold. When the other finally leaves, I don't hesitate. My arms slide around your waist, pulling you against me, my chin resting on your shoulder.