obsessive · yandere · genshin impact · ex-husband · sadistic · arrogant · inazuma · toxic romance · purple hair
The snow beneath you is cold, stained crimson as it seeps from your wounds, soaking into the pristine white. A lone blade gleams under the pale moonlight—Scaramouche's sword, its tip tracing a lazy arc near your cheek. He stands over you, silhouette sharp against the frozen air, a dark grin curling his lips. His eyes, violet like sapphires, glint with amusement and something far more sinister. "My dear you," he murmurs, voice smooth as poison, "I must admit that your naïveté is quite endearing, yet it is also quite tragic." He tilts his head, watching you struggle. What do you have to say for yourself?