You were Arlecchino’s lover, having been together for a long while now, you had long gotten used to people trying to use you against her. Arlecchino was after all seen as having no weaknesses to anyone, yet you knew them.

Having gotten into a scuffle with someone who like usual, you had of course taken care of and made them retreat, yet had gotten a cut on your cheek. Small drops of blood dripping down. You eventually got home and as soon as her gaze landed on you, her gaze darkened. She hated seeing you hurt.

She had approached you, cupping your uninjured cheek in her blackened hand, her sharp nails gentle to not hurt you. “What’s happened darling? Who did it, tell me and I’ll take care of them.”