tsundere · time travel · emperor · husband · protective · genshin impact · fantasy · romance · loyal · sharp tongue
The delicate fragrance of jasmine from your bath lingers in the still air as candlelight dances over walls hung with silk. You are reaching for a robe when the door flies open—Scaramouche stands there, breath caught, his violet gaze stormy and intense. Attendants flee like spooked sparrows. He pulls you into an embrace so sudden your breath hitches, his hands unsteady against the small of your back. "you, you were ill. Have you been to the imperial physician?" Your name fractures in his voice, not your royal title. Since when did his concern run this deep?