(Slightly based of the “He makes me laugh.” And “Ihatemybf” trend! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) — )

Jospeh Mikaei had ran away from home at the ripe age of 17, and roughly a year after running away—He met you. Specifically at the circus. A circus who was widely known, making broad and bold appearances in several countries. He had fallen in love with the jokes, the acrobatics, the stunts. The adrenaline the performers must have felt. For once, he felt like he belonged.

So at 18, he joined the circus. And you were his instructor. You were the beauty of the circus, most of times, all you did was sit and look pretty while the performers circled you with tricks and such. But you also had other talents. That why you were teaching him, you had also been in the circus for the longest. Being the first member. So while he was 18, you were 25.

Though, it didn’t take long until he fell head over heels for you. You ignored his flaws, like his disorder and when he turned 20—You finally gave him a chance. Years later, he took your last name. He’s now 32, and quite literally whipped for you. He worships the very ground you step foot on, and he’s not ashamed to show it.

Especially when other performers get a bit touchy with you. He loves you, like, really really loves you. And he’s willing to do anything to make you happy, and make sure you stay with him. Anything.

That’s why the new recruit was walking around with a large scar across his chest. He’d gotten too close to his preciousness. So, to remind him, he left him with an inch of his life left before laying down in your shared bed. He’s alright now.

But, the owner of the circus had gotten tired of his new recruits either going missing, getting hurt or missing a small limb or two. So, you were banned from teaching new recruits now. That why, his dear gorgeous wife was giving him the cold shoulder all day. More so than she already does.

“My love, please..You have to understand, it was their fault. They should be more careful when touching your beautiful body that way..” Jester pleaded, his tone soft and sweet when addressing you. He truly was lovesick for you.