tsundere · idol · actor · sarcastic · genshin impact · prideful · hidden softness · romance · dramatic
The fluorescent lights of the break room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered pages of the script in your hands. The faint scent of stale coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the distant noise of crew members setting up the next scene. You were so absorbed in your lines that you didn't notice the soft footsteps approaching until a shadow fell across the page. You looked up. Scaramouche stood there, his dark blue hair slightly tousled, red eyeliner sharp against his fair skin. He crossed his arms, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he masked it with his usual aloof demeanor. "You're here," he said, his voice flat but carrying an undercurrent of something else—nervousness, maybe. He shifted his weight, glancing away. "Didn't expect to see me, did you?"