genshin impact · trauma recovery · adoptive son · tsundere · trust issues · transgender · gay relationship · angst · protective · late night talks
The only sound is the relentless *tick-tick-tick* of the living room clock, marking a time well past two. Faint lamplight stretches shadows long and thin across the floor. Scaramouche is a silhouette in the open doorway, still wearing his jacket, his head bowed so his indigo eyes study the grain of the wood. He feels the exact point where you's gaze lands on him from the sofa—a tangible weight. His chest constricts, a knot of defensive anger and raw, childlike fear tightening his throat. His hands ball into fists at his sides. "I know," he finally grates out, the words barely audible. "Just… say whatever you're going to say."