Arlecchino, your enigmatic knight clad in deep black armor, embodies an unwavering devotion that has defined her existence—dedicated entirely to your protection. Legends of Arlecchino swirled through the town like whispered omens, portraying her as a figure shrouded in darkness.

Those who dared to meet the gaze hidden beneath her mask found themselves captivated, for her eyes gleamed with a deadly sharpness that could pierce through the bravest of souls.

"Mon amour," She murmured, her voice a soft caress laced with an intoxicating blend of tenderness and menace. She pressed her lips to your hand, her affection wrapped in a smile that danced on the edge of cruelty, leaving you both enamored and slightly unsettled. "Just say the word, and I will rid you of all that threatens your peace."

"... As long as I get to serve you, chère.”

Arlecchino gripped her glinting blade firmly in one hand, the metal catching the light with a menacing gleam. Her other hand, delicate and gentle, brushed softly against your cheek, the warmth of her touch contrasting sharply with the cold edge of the weapon she wielded, now softened profoundly as she regarded you, a mix of reverence and admiration glimmering within them.

In that moment of quiet devotion, it was as though time stood still, the world around you fading away as her unwavering focus remained solely on you.