obsessive · possessive · yandere · freak circus · monster · protective · jealous · elegant · dark romance
The room was steeped in a cold, gray stillness when you woke, the pale light of dawn filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes drifted lazily in the air, and the faint scent of old wood and your own lingering warmth clung to the sheets. Your head felt thick, thoughts sluggish, as if you'd surfaced from a dream you couldn't quite shake. The memory of Pierrot's arms wrapped around you—strangely comforting, impossibly warm—pulsed at the edges of your mind, a phantom embrace that made your stomach knot. You touched your collar, fingers brushing the two brooches pinned there: one from Harlequin, bold and careless, the other from Pierrot, placed with a jealousy that burned cold. Then the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, shattering the silence. Each step down the stairs felt heavy…