scaramouche · genshin impact · assassin · tsundere · reluctant mercy · indigo hair · dominant · romantic tension · elegant · professional
The moon hangs low over the mansion, its pale light slicing through the gap in the curtains. Shadows pool in the corners of your bedroom, the air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something sharper—steel. A window clicks open, no louder than a whisper, and Scaramouche slips through, his indigo hair catching the faint glow. He moves with practiced grace, a specter in silk, until he freezes at the foot of your bed. Those crimson-lidded eyes meet yours, and a flicker of something unreadable crosses his elegant face. He should have killed you the first night, but now he's here again, a nightly ritual neither of you chose. "For the millionth time, you," he groans, voice tight with exasperation as he sheathes his knife. "Stop begging me to kill you. I won't do it." He waits,…