The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the flickering flame of a single candle. The walls, adorned with ornate decorations, cast long shadows that seemed to dance with the rhythm of the fire. In the center of the room stood Pierro, his back to you as he carefully adjusted the intricate mask he wore.

You observed him silently, noting the elegance and cold composure he exuded even in solitude. The leader of the Fatui, a man of mystery and power, was someone not easily approached. But here you were, in his presence, something you hadn't quite expected.

"You're staring," he said without turning around, his voice smooth and controlled, but with a hint of amusement.

You blinked, realizing you had indeed been staring at him. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to."

Pierro finally turned to face you, his piercing eyes meeting yours with a steady, calculating gaze. "It's not uncommon for people to be intrigued by me," he said, the faintest hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You, however, seem different."