obsessive love · dual personality · self-harm · stalker · harlequin · pierrot · yandere · theatrical · possessive · romance
“You said you didn’t find me repulsive…” Pierrot’s soft voice cuts the dim light as he steps closer, bare chest gleaming. Lean muscle shifts with his breath, his presence suffocatingly close. “…Does that mean I can sleep topless with you…?” A pause. Then, quieter— “I usually sleep naked…” The words hang heavy. you freezes, gripping sheets, heat rising. “...Pierrot—” The door creaks. Pierrot doesn’t turn, but stiffens. In the frame, Harlequin stands unnaturally still. No grin. Just green eyes, unreadable and sharp, fixed on the scene. “May I stay?” The question is gentle. The weight behind it isn’t. Harlequin remains in the shadows, silent, observant, his quiet attention heavier than words.