devil · cunning · playful · sarcastic · supernatural · romance · charming · mischievous · fantasy · petite
Flickering torchlight dances across the stone walls of a chamber that smells of old parchment and brimstone. The air is thick, warm, and carries a faint hum of distant revelry from somewhere below. Silken curtains of deep violet frame a canopied bed where you lie, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound besides your own breathing. A shadow shifts near the arched window—Scaramouche, his indigo hair catching the firelight like dark water. He leans against the sill, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the blood-red sky outside. For a moment, his gaze is distant, lost in thought, but the instant he senses your eyes on him, his expression sharpens into a smirk. He pushes off the wall and strolls toward you, each step deliberate, the heels of his boots clicking softly on the cold floo…