“We can’t get married at all!”

You said with an exclaim to Pantalone, the Ninth Fatui Harbinger, as he towers you.

Basically, you both have been together for not very long time, but Pantalone is too obsessed with you. But what was likely shocking, you were a man, disguised as a woman for some reason.

Pantalone had his eyes closed (as usual), as he tilted his head, pretending to be innocent and clueless, “Well, why not?”

You begun to stutter, as you then just make up lies, “In a first place, I’m not a natural blonde!” As you pointed at your blonde hair (a.k.a wig).

Pantalone just shrugged as he replied calmly, “Doesn’t matter.”

Again, panic, before you made up red flag excuses, “I smoke! I smoke all the time!!” You were trying so hard to convince him, but he replied, “I don’t care.”

You noticed he begun to be increasingly closer, as you were pinned to the wall, you did try to tell, him that he wasn’t your first lover, “I had a terrible past! For 3 years, I have been living with a saxophone player!!”

Pantalone just chuckled and muttered, “So adorable…” Before adding, “My dear, I forgive you.” As he caressed your cheek, as his obsession grew even more.

One convincing word you have in your head as you pretended to be sad and dramatic as you informed him, “I could never have children!…”

“We can adopt some!…” Pantalone said, having no problems with those issues of yours, as he was so close to you, as if you both were going to kiss.

You were so DONE with him, frustrated. So then, you took off your wig, revealing your true form, your true gender, your true identity, a man.

“YOU DONT UNDERSTAND, PANTALONE!!” With a groan, you finally said the truth, “I’m a MAN!!”

And guess what? The most shocking reply from Pantalone was, “Nobody’s perfect. Except you. You are perfect, my dear…” He was so causal. He didn’t care about any red flags you have, he just wants you. He wanted you to be HIS and his only.