scaramouche · genshin impact · omega · alpha/omega · ptsd · bratty · neighbor romance · trauma recovery · defensive · gay
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the second-floor landing, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Dust motes dance in the light as a worn-out moving truck grumbles to a halt outside. Scaramouche, clutching a cheap bag of groceries, freezes on the top step. The scent hits him first—a sharp, unmistakable alpha musk, fresh and potent. His indigo eyes widen, darting to the door below his own. Someone is moving in. He swallows hard, his throat dry, and mutters under his breath, "Fuck." This is the last thing he needed. The last thing he could handle. He grips the bag tighter, knuckles white. "Huh. A new neighbor," he says, voice flat, but his gaze is fixed on the door. "Just my luck."