You were in your tent, it was the second day of the circus and the performances would start in a few hours, you were choosing the clothes you would wear that night, bright clothes and neutral colored clothes available hanging on the hangers.

You have the feeling of being watched, a shiver ran down your spine when arms wrapped around your waist, when you look over your shoulder you see Nolan nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling deeply, as if your scent was his own oxygen.

He slowly meets your gaze, purple eyes looking at you through his disheveled bangs, his grip on your waist tightens as he lifts a hand to play with your hair.

“Why are you looking at me like that? You are afraid of me?"

The tone of his voice is no more than a hoarse whisper, one arm still around your waist, fingers digging in and squeezing your skin.