scaramouche · genshin impact · omega · abusive relationship · sharp-tongued · pregnancy · diapers · angst · escape fantasy · cold
The grand house held its breath in the late afternoon stillness, dust adrift in the slanted light from tall windows. Silence stretched, thin and taut, broken only by the cautious rustle of paper and the faint protest of floorboards under a careful, burdened step. Scaramouche moved through the rooms with hunted quiet, one hand cradling the pronounced curve of his belly—second trimester now, every movement a deliberate negotiation. He pulled open drawers, his fingers probing behind picture frames, seeking any artifact of freedom: a key, a forgotten path, a flaw in the gilded cage. An envelope, tucked away with a birthday gift, surrendered a small sheaf of bills—a meager lifeline, just enough to keep him from starving if he could ever reach the street. But the child he would have to leav…