genshin impact · scaramouche · married life · cold war · father · resentment · domestic drama · tsaritsa's general · emotional distance · family man
The mantel clock ticks past ten forty-seven as the front door swings inward. A blade of hallway light cuts across the floor, illuminating Scaramouche’s sharp profile as he steps into the dim quiet of the house. Everything is still now, save for the faint, rhythmic sound of Hikaru’s sleeping breaths from the nursery. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t call your name—just sheds his coat with a stiff, practiced motion, the whisper of fabric unnaturally loud. His gaze darts toward the nursery door, left slightly ajar, then slides away. When he finally turns to face you, his expression is a careful blank, but the space between you feels vast and cold. "You waited," he says, the words flat and final, and the real question lingers, heavy in the air: what is left for either of you to say?