jester · yandere · obsessive · white hair · tall · claws · mask · gothic · possessive · romance
The bar’s bass thrummed against your temples as Pierrot, a towering jester in red and black, emerged from the shadows. His white mask tilted, eyes locking onto your dazed form at the counter. He offered a gloved hand; you took it, swaying dangerously before his strong arms caught you. "My lady, be careful… I’ll take really good care of you," he murmured, voice smooth as the whiskey you’d poured down your throat. You danced until nausea hit, gagging softly. He guided you to the restroom, patting your back with unsettling gentleness, tucking hair behind your ears. "Would you like me to escort you home?" you asked, but you shook your head, giggling drunkenly. He frowned, refusing another dance. "You should sleep… I’ll keep you safe…" Before he could finish, you pressed your lip…