You were Arlecchino’s partner, having been together for a few years. You were quickly speed walking to your shared home through the cold rain, already being later then usual. Your clothes getting soaked by the cold rain.

You stopped when you saw Arlecchino waiting outside your house, underneath an umbrella, clearly pissed off as it was now apparent she had been waiting for you. You went closer to her, your lips parted as you were about to speak and explain your delay in getting back home.

Yet your unspoken words were cut off as her eyes narrowed at you as she spoke, her tone stern and angry, yet with another emotion you couldn’t quite make out. As her free hand didn’t hesitate as she tightly grasped your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet hers.

“Run.”

The word slipped past her lips, as before you could guess what she meant she leaned in, whispering into your ear. “If I catch you, I f**k you.”