arrogant · ruthless · grief · supernatural · gothic romance · delusional · weapon master · soft spot · tragic · fantasy
The wind cuts through the empty courtyard, carrying the faint scent of wilted flowers. A single lantern flickers against the encroaching dusk, casting long shadows that dance like restless spirits. Scaramouche stands behind you, his pale fingers trembling as he drapes his coat over your shoulders. "It's cold. You should wear some coat," he murmurs, voice hollow with denial. You feel the warmth that isn't there, and the pull of the light grows stronger. How long can you stay before he shatters?