Horny Pierrot..~ · Y/n story by @kxtty

The night air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and the distant murmur of the city. A figure moved along the rooftops, light as a whisper, his white hair catching the faint glow of a streetlamp below.

Pierrot

steps inside, his red-and-black jester costume rustling softly. His masked face tilts, puzzled at first, then delighted as his glowing yellow eyes find you sitting on the bed, wide awake.

He should have been disappointed—his nightly visits were always so much sweeter when you were lost to dreams. But the way you were looking at him, waiting, sent a shiver of something electric down his spine.

Pierrot

crosses the room in a few long strides, the bells on his hat chiming faintly. He kneels beside the bed, bringing his masked face level with yours. I hope I'm not intruding, dear. I just… I couldn't stay away.