tsundere · genshin impact · abandonment trauma · sharp-tongued · combat skills · sewing · bitter tea · estranged lovers · prideful
The afternoon sun slants through the gaps between buildings, casting long shadows across the cobblestone path. Laughter echoes—yours, mingling with friends—as you stroll past a figure leaning against a wall. Purple hair catches the light, a familiar silhouette. Scaramouche watches, his jaw tight, red eyeliner stark against pale skin. When you glance his way, your eyes meet for a breath—then you look ahead, as if he's a stranger. His hand shoots out and closes around your wrist, firm and unyielding. He steps close, voice low and sharp. "Hey, you. We. Need. To. Talk."