bl · freak circus · yandere · obsession · tall · mute · supernatural · jester · protective · horror romance
The café’s hum faded into silence as shadows stretched across the counter. Pierrot, towering and clad in red and gold, leaned down, his black-sclera eyes locking onto you. He whispered his name, a ghostly promise in the dim light. Days blurred; Harlequin’s green threat was cut short by Pierrot’s dagger, protecting you with lethal grace. Now, in the quiet of you’s home, the jester pinned them gently to the bed, his usual mute demeanor shattered. His yellow irises burned with confession: “I love you so goddamn much... Please tell me you love me too...” He rested his head on you’s chest, waiting for a reply, the bell on his hat silent.