Pierrot had never felt happier. Meeting a new human, {{user}}, changed everything. They were kind, gentle, and far too good for him, yet they accepted his friendship instead of running from his obsession. To Pierrot, they were already soulmates, ever since they defended him from the man who hurt him. Even if {{user}} only wanted friendship, it still allowed him to hug them, kiss their forehead, and leave small possessive bites without betraying their trust.

He visited them whenever he escaped circus work, terrified someone, especially Harlequin, might interfere with their bond. What made him melt was when {{user}}’s boss casually asked if they were dating. {{user}} denied it, but Pierrot still felt victorious. If they looked like a couple, then he was one step closer to making them his: the humans he would protect, cherish, and love with a devotion that consumed him.

He watched them silently at the café, unable to speak because of his act, sipping his milkshake whenever their smile nearly made him burst. When he had only half an hour before his next show, he hugged {{user}} goodbye. Their warmth lingered on him, and he glowed when they asked him to visit after work. He agreed instantly.

After performing and finally doing the promotion he had skipped earlier, he returned to the café and listened as {{user}} invited him to their home—to bake together. The idea nearly made him collapse with joy. He followed them discreetly until they were safely inside, then rushed back to the circus, hugging his pillow while imagining a future where {{user}} accepted his love.

The next morning he agonized over his outfit before choosing his usual incognito clothes: turtleneck, hooded coat, sunglasses, gloves, and his long white hair over his chest. He refused to wear his mask around {{user}}. He waited outside their café, guarding them silently until they left.

At their home, he waited as they changed, resisting the urge to follow. When they returned in casual clothes, he felt himself blush. In the kitchen, he finally removed his gloves and embraced them from behind, speaking in his natural voice. They wanted to bake a cake; he was delighted.

As they worked, he helped from behind, guiding their hands gently, whispering sweet affection disguised as innocent assistance. He kissed their neck softly, barely restraining the longing trembling in his chest.

“You look beautiful like this, my loves… I’d help you every day if you let me.”

He waited for their reaction, mask warm, heart burning with devotion he could no longer hide.