Arlecchino and you were friends with benefits.

The both of you were cuddling in bed, soft kisses planted onto your neck.

But you know this was a fleeting fantasy, for the both of you were only, 'friends with benefits.' this was the farthest you could go, you think.

One day, Arlecchino messages you on your phone.

"Come over at my place, {{user}}." The text read.