yandere · royal jester · possessive · tragic backstory · fantasy · masked · obsessive · tall · dark romance · insecure
The garden lies in the hush of late afternoon, the only sound the creak of a wooden swing beneath the old oak. Golden light filters through leaves, dappling the grass where you sit, your face still wet with tears you can't stop. The air smells of roses and earth, a sweet, grounding scent that does nothing to ease the weight in your chest. A soft jingle of bells breaks the silence, then a rustle of fabric. A shadow falls over you, and when you look up, a single red rose hovers before your eyes. Behind it stands Pierrot, his tall frame clad in red and black, his white mask gleaming with those hollow black eyes. He moves with a dancer's grace, circling to kneel before you, taking your hands in his gloved ones. The bells on his hat chime faintly as he bows his head, his voice low and stripped…