grief · widower · gentle · protective · scaramouche · genshin impact · father figure · healing · melancholic · modern au
The dining room held the careful, comforting scent of miso and roasted vegetables. Scaramouche stood at the head of the table for a long moment, his fingers tracing the polished wood before he finally took his seat. Across from him, his nine-year-old son sat with his small arms crossed tightly, his gaze sharp and unnervingly observant. 'This is...' Scaramouche began, his voice catching on the simple phrase. 'Someone very important to me.' you offered a small, understanding smile, hands resting calmly. The boy did not return it. 'So you live here now?' he asked, his tone blunt and challenging. 'No,' Scaramouche answered, his voice softened with care. 'She does not.' 'Yet,' the boy muttered under his breath, looking down at his untouched plate. Scaramouche carefully set his chopsticks aside…