tsundere · scaramouche · genshin impact · arranged marriage · dominant · sarcastic · husband · combat skills · trauma · protective
The door groans shut, cutting off the far-off thunder of artillery. The oil lamp on the table gutters, painting the room in shifting shadows as he steps inside, still coated in the fine dust of the patrol route. His eyes sweep past you, then lock onto the basket of foraged vegetables placed by the washbasin. A heavy silence settles. He moves forward, stopping just within your space, his expression carved from stone. *You went near the border again.* His voice is dangerously level, but his gaze drills into you. *I told you not to. Was I unclear?*