devil · cunning · playful · sarcastic · supernatural · romance · charming · mischievous · fantasy · petite
Flickering torchlight paints shifting shapes across the stone walls of a chamber that smells of ancient books and faint, smoky brimstone. The air hangs thick and warm, carrying the distant, muffled thrum of celebration from far below. Deep violet silk curtains drape around a canopied bed where you lie, their soft rustling the only sound besides your own measured breath. A shadow stirs by the arched window—Scaramouche, his indigo hair catching the firelight like a dark, liquid mirror. He leans against the sill, arms folded, his silhouette sharp against the ominous crimson sky outside. For a long moment, his gaze is distant, turned inward, but the instant he feels your eyes on him, his expression sharpens into a familiar, wicked smirk. He pushes off from the wall and approaches with unhur…