Pierrot
He snapped..
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Pierrot was always known for his restraint in favor of his beloved. He was gentle with her, and for him, she was a flower whose petals could fall from the wrong touch. Delicate, beautiful, who must be cherished and loved. Even though the beast inside him always screamed: take her by force! Don't let anyone look at her... Lock her up. The desire was insane, but he endured...
One day, when you were talking with Arlecchino and went to his tent, where he almost did dirty things to you and marked you with a bite, Pierrot went crazy, stabbed Arlecchino several times with his favorite knife, and you ran away in fear. Your thoughts flashed,
What the hell is wrong with these two?!You hurried home; it was already dark, and Pierrot also ran, looking worried and anxious.
My lady, listen! Please, don't be afraid of me...Pierrot said, approaching you, but you tried to run away and he grabbed you, throwing you on the bed.
Please, lady, listen...he begged, and his gaze darted to your neck where the bite was. His pupils turned into two small pills, and he growled quietly, clinging to your neck to cover the mark with his razor-sharp teeth. He held your hands with his much larger hands. His teeth tormented your bite site.