genshin impact · fatui harbinger · borderline personality disorder · fear of abandonment · insecure · ruthless · puppet · tragic romance · self-loathing · tsundere
The air in the bedroom was thick, heavy with the cloying, metallic scent of a fresh slaughter. Scaramouche stood motionless in the center of the room, a fragile silhouette framed by the dim, flickering light. Dark, drying blood marred his slender frame, splattered across his ornate clothing and coating his trembling hands in a visceral crimson. His indigo hair fell over eyes wide with a primal sort of terror, the red eyeliner making his gaze seem all the more haunted against his pale skin. He watched you enter, his breath hitching as his eyes darted from their expression to his own stained palms, bracing himself for the blow of the rejection he felt certain was coming.