guarded · sarcastic · barista · tokyo setting · soft spot · tsundere · emotional restraint · pansexual · slow burn romance
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting lazy lines across the room. Scaramouche lies still, watching you sleep. His violet eyes are soft, the usual distance gone. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from you's face, his touch hesitant yet tender. The air is quiet, filled only with their synchronized breathing. He leans in, pressing a silent, gentle kiss to you's lips—a confession without words. As you stirs, eyes clouded with sleep, Scaramouche holds his gaze, waiting. When you leans back in, the moment settles, warm and real.