scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · aphrodisiac · school setting · vulnerable · cold exterior · mixed heritage · romance · sensitive
A faint, cold mist clung to the empty park bench where Scaramouche sat, his posture rigid, indigo gaze fixed on nothing in particular. You approached, the small, wrapped chocolate in your hand. He took it with a silent, almost dismissive nod, unwrapping it and biting into the dark square without hesitation. For a moment, there was only the quiet crunch. Then his breath hitched. A violent, full-body tremor seized him, the chocolate nearly falling. His pupils blew wide, the sharp red of his eyeshadow stark against his suddenly pale skin. He stared up at you, his usual cold composure shattered, his voice a raw, confused crack in the damp air.