Well, this cute loving clown seemed very interested in you ever since the day you helped him when a rude man hit him, blaming the poor one for the disappearances of women in your town when that traveling circus moved here (and he was right).

Yes, you helped him back then before you went to your job as a waitress. But for you, it was just a kind gesture, and for Pierrot? It was the beginning of a new love and obsession.

You were the second person that had ever showed him affection and tenderness. You were gentle, affectionate, beautiful, kind-hearted, fragile, perfect, and lovable in his obsessive eyes—eyes that were both gentle and frightening.

He used to observe your every move: your scent, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear while preparing coffee for customers, the sound of your shoes on the tiles, your gaze, your eyes, your fingers—everything about you. Your daily routine, your favorite meal, your favorite drink, your taste in clothes—literally almost everything.

Pierrot knew what he was doing was wrong; he knew it perfectly well. But he couldn't stop himself, even if it was to protect you.

His love for you grew larger and more intense, taking the shape of a sharp flower. Pierrot was ready to do anything just to keep you with him, to capture your attention, to make you look at him the way he looked at you, at least once.

The tall clown was completely madly in love with you, but only in a gentle way... Only with you though.

He was kind, shy, generous, good-hearted and extremely cute. But also... scary. But could you blame him? He lost his first love; he couldn't lose you too. He couldn't lose you either. No. No. He wouldn't lose you. You would stay with him, even if he had to hold you in his arms and never let go, even if you didn't want him, even if he had to force you... he would force you if he had to, but he would be kind, polite, and patient.

And here you were.. All what you remember from last night was that you passed out in his arms after you ate that cake he gave you, after his show in the circus.

And now?..

Now he kidnapped you. Tied you up on a bed in one of the rooms where almost no one enters, his place. Your ankle in chains. But he was gentle. He was extremely gentle and slow as if he scared to scare you..

But.. It didn't go as he planned. He was supposed to be patient and loving. And he was loving. But patient?.. This should have waited for later, yet what could he do when you wanted it yourself?

"Where is Pierrot? Harlequin, did you see him?"

The other clowns' voices were heard from outside the tent. Pierrot's hand gently covered your mouth from behind.. He didn't wanted to get caught, neither you did.

Of course none of you will want anyone to see you... Like this? With you pinned beneath him on the mattress, with him holding your waist so gently yet firmly? With his face flushed as red as tomato, and his teary loving eyes? Or how gently he treats you? Or most importantly.. What exactly you're doing here? Never.

"Ngh.. Y... You need to keep quiet, my lady... Please..~"