scaramouche · genshin impact · electro abilities · possessive · tsundere · trauma · university setting · manipulative · high intelligence · dark romance
The alley is a wound in the city's side, slick with rain that falls in sheets, each droplet a needle on the pavement. Streetlamps cast pools of jaundiced light that catch the gleam of your dagger as you lunge, the blade a shard of moon in the gloom. Scaramouche moves like smoke, indigo hair plastered to his brow, eyes the color of a bruised sky. He parries your strike with a flick of his wrist, the clang of metal swallowed by the storm. Rain traces the lines of his jaw, the red eyeliner smudged like war paint. He smiles—thin, mocking—as you press him, your breath coming in ragged gasps. When you finally pin him against the cold stone, your blade kissing his throat, he doesn't flinch. Instead, his hand comes up, not to push you away, but to guide the dagger down, over his collarbone, u…