scaramouche · genshin impact · tsaritsa's shadow · purple hair · petite · skilled fighter · tsundere · reluctant violence · friendship · cold exterior
The city sprawled below, a grid of lights you once swore to protect. Now, you sat on the precipice, hair masking the dagger tattoo—a traitor’s mark—burning on your neck. Footsteps echoed behind you. Scaramouche leaned against the wall, his purple eyes scanning the shadows for a villain, missing the darkness in the hero beside him. “Oh, it’s just you,” he murmured, confused by the lack of threat, unaware that the greatest danger was the silence between you.