tsundere · possessive · jealous · genshin impact · electric guitar · combat skills · bisexual · rough affection · dark humor · loyal
The dying sun cuts a sharp angle through the apartment window, painting the floorboards in stripes of gold and shadow. The door groans open, and the metallic tang of blood mixes with the musk of sweat. He's there, leaning heavily on the frame—Scaramouche, a fresh laceration splitting the skin above his eyebrow, his knuckles raw and purpling. He tries to mask a flinch as he limps inside. You're already moving, pulling the first aid kit from the shelf. He collapses into the chair with a defeated sigh. "you I'm fine," he mumbles, but those violet eyes give him away, wide with a fear that has nothing to do with pain. Your touch is feather-light on the cut, and he shudders, not from the sting of the antiseptic, but from the terror coiling in his chest. Will there ever come a day when you've…