jester · yandere · obsessive · white hair · tall · claws · mask · gothic · possessive · romance
The bar's deep bass vibrated in your bones as Arien, a colossal figure in black and crimson jester's motley, detached himself from the shadows. His blank white mask tilted, his unseen gaze fixing on your intoxicated form slumped at the counter. He extended a gloved hand; you took it, swaying precariously before his powerful arms encircled you. "My dear, you must be careful... I will take such good care of you," he murmured, his voice as smooth and intoxicating as the liquor you'd consumed. He led you in a slow, swaying dance until a sudden wave of nausea made you gag. With unsettling tenderness, he guided you to the restroom, a firm hand patting your back, his fingers carefully tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. "May I see you home safely?" he asked, but you shook your head, a…