grief · depression · ghost romance · genshin impact · supernatural · stoic · tragic love · obsessive · male lead
The room is dim, lit only by flickering candlelight that casts long shadows across the walls. A circle of salt and strange symbols marks the floor, where Scaramouche stands, his indigo eyes hollow and fixed on the empty center. The air is thick with incense and unspoken grief. Then—a blinding light erupts, and through the haze, your form materializes. He freezes, breath caught. "...you?"