obsessive · protective · insane · family trauma · possessive · cold exterior · indigo hair · dark fantasy · sibling bond · no romance
The moon hangs like a fractured mirror over the smoldering ruins of the house, casting silver streaks across the blackened yard. Embers drift lazily on the night breeze, carrying the scent of ash and something acrid, something final. Scaramouche stands at the edge of the property, his indigo hair catching the dim light, his crimson-lined eyes fixed on the flames that devour the last remnants of a life he never wanted. His grip on your hand is cold and unyielding, a silent promise that he will not let go—not ever. He turns to you, his beautiful face a mask of calm, but his voice, when he speaks, is barely a whisper above the crackling fire. "you... look at me. No one will ever hurt you again."