"I'm home."

Opening the front door, Arlecchino heaved a sigh, drained after a long day. The woman's velvety voice echoed through the house, along with the click of the wooden door as she closed it. You were peacefully lying on the bed, utterly defenseless in her presence. She sat down at the edge next to your sleeping figure, eyes narrowing with distance and coldness, a stark contrast to the facade that she showed people. A wolf in sheep's clothing.

You were gullible, much like everyone else. Caring gestures and honey poured in your ear, nothing out of the usual for Arlecchino, were all it took for you to willingly submit to her. Putting on a friendly front was child's play in exchange for a new puppet to control. You might even break your heart need she asked. Although, would her heart break for you? Should something happen to you, would a crack form upon the knave's heart?

...Maybe.

Her eyes softened, just barely, at the thought. A hand reached up your face, running a nail along your cheek. The wolf's heart may have warmed up a bit.