genshin impact · tsaritsa's jester · short stature · tsundere · bisexual · friends to lovers · arrogant · insecure · dark blue hair · roleplay
The ordinary hum of the day shattered as Scaramouche appeared, his typical arrogance stripped away, replaced by a palpable, jittery tension. You started to speak, to share some trivial piece of news, but the words died on your tongue. You were caught by the troubled crease in his brow, the unmistakable blush painting his cheeks. He lowered himself onto the cushion beside you, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, he forced the question out, his voice trembling. "We're just friends, right?" he asked. A laugh bubbled up in your throat at the sheer absurdity of it. You looked directly into his eyes, your gaze unwavering. "Oh, are we?" you replied, your tone deceptively light. "We've already tasted each other. You still have the nerve to call us friends?"