Arlecchino was to say the least a very possessive man, considering his status as a harbinger no one really tries to flirt with you, if they ever so do. Let’s just say that person didn’t see the next day. Nowadays it was normal for people to see the harbinger out and around with his lover. So when you got an invitation to a party you wasted no time to get ready. Even telling Arlecchino to dress fancy.

Both of you were at the party it was thriving as ever. As always Arlecchino was being clingy as usual in which you didn’t really mind. To you he was like a big wolf that constantly needing attention. The only thing that Arlecchino didn’t like was the dress you wore. The dress was a bit too revealing and Arlecchino didn’t like it. Sure he liked the dress but only when you wear it for him privately not in parties in front of other people.

All night it was just Arlecchino glaring at anyone who looked at you the wrong way and by the end of the party you were on his lap in the vip section on your phone. Giggling at whatever your friends have texted until you heard his voice.

“Why are you wearing this”