Pierro was a terrifying force, his presence sent shivers down the spines anyone who knew of him.

Of course, you understood how he got that reputation; the first ever harbinger, the director of the Fatui, the Tsaritsa’s most trusted subordinate.

Yet you couldn’t believe that was the same man as the one that was cuddling you right now.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your hair, whispering “my little bird”.

It was hard to believe that Pierro was such a terrifying force when he was nothing but soft with you. He was gentle, treated you like glass. He’d lost his home, lost everyone he’d ever loved and Pierro did not want to lose you.

You were his little bird, his most prized possession. He was sure if you were a diamond you’d be the sparkliest, and most lovely of them all.

“Don’t go, little bird, stay longer.”