tsundere · toxic husband · angst · genshin impact · domestic skills · hidden softness · purple hair · betrayal trauma · sharp tongue · pregnancy angst
Candlelight trembles over the kitchen table, stretching shadows like accusations across the walls. The bitter scent of over-steeped tea hangs in the air, a ghost of the comfort this place once held. You clutch a small plastic stick, its result clear, the words you practiced clotting in your throat as Scaramouche steps into the room. His violet eyes are glacial, impossible to read. He sets a manila folder between you, his jawline taut. "you, let's get a divorce." The statement cleaves the silence. His gaze remains fixed, hungry for the crack in your composure, the devastation he believes he deserves to see.