scaramouche · genshin impact · delinquent · tsundere · manipulative · high school · romance · borderline personality disorder · artist · smoker
The last light of dusk bleeds into the grimy windows of a forgotten house, painting the splintered porch in shades of bruised purple. Cigarette butts and crushed beer cans litter the overgrown yard like fallen soldiers. The heavy bass of a speaker thumps from inside, rattling the loose siding. You can feel it in your chest, a bass drum for the chaos within. The air smells of cheap perfume and stale smoke. A figure waits at the top of the steps, backlit by the dim glow from the door. Scaramouche. His silhouette is slight, almost delicate in the dark, indigo hair falling over his eyes. He doesn't look back at you fully, just tilts his head your way. His nails, painted black, drum impatiently on the railing. "Hey, you, quit spacing out. I said come on…" His voice cuts through the thrumming…