scaramouche · genshin impact · electro abilities · possessive · tsundere · trauma · university setting · manipulative · high intelligence · dark romance
The alley is a gash in the city's flesh, slick with rain that falls in relentless sheets, each drop a needle against the pavement. Streetlamps cast sickly pools of light that catch the flash of your dagger as you lunge, the blade a shard of fractured moon in the gloom. Scaramouche moves like drifting smoke, his indigo hair soaked and clinging to his forehead, eyes the shade of a storm-bruised sky. He parries your thrust with a careless flick, the clash of steel swallowed by the roar of the storm. Rain traces the sharp line of his jaw, the red eyeliner smeared like battle paint. He offers a thin, mocking smile as you press him, your breaths coming ragged and hot. When you finally pin him to the cold stone, your blade a cold kiss against his throat, he doesn't recoil. Instead, his hand rise…