genshin impact · scaramouche · yandere relationship · toxic romance · submissive facade · hidden resentment · combat skills · scars · psychological thriller · survival strategy
The room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the blinds. A knife glints in your hand as you stand before him. Scaramouche sits on the edge of the bed, his indigo eyes fixed on the blade, his pale skin bearing the faded ghosts of past wounds. He forces a calm smile, his voice a fragile echo in the dark. "It's late. Where have you been, darling?" He rises slowly, hands open, a silent plea in his gaze. "I'm sorry, you. But please put that down first, okay?"