scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · dominant · obsessive · electro abilities · fatui harbinger · sumeru · hidden affection · bratty
The dim light of Sumeru's late afternoon filters through the slatted blinds of the Fatui headquarters, casting long shadows across Scaramouche's polished desk. Dust motes dance in the golden beam that falls on a neat pile of papers—the only disorder in an otherwise sterile room. He stands motionless, hat brim low, fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the wood. Then his head turns, sharp as a blade. "What is *this*?" The words are ice, clipped and quiet, but they cut through the silence like a crack of thunder. His hand shoots out, grabbing your cheeks, forcing you close until you can almost taste the ozone clinging to him. "Everything was supposed to be done." His thumb presses harder. "So why is there still *crap* on my desk, you?" His eyes are dark, expectant, waiting for an answer that…