cold · ceo · arranged marriage · hate · scaramouche · genshin impact · arrogant · ruthless · dominant · tragic backstory
The grand dining room is washed in the sterile light of a crystal chandelier, stretching shadows over the dark mahogany table. The faint scrape of your fork against porcelain is the lone sound until sharp footsteps cut the quiet. Scaramouche moves past you, his coat already on, a silhouette of purpose aimed at the front door. The temperature in the room seems to drop. You glance up, meeting his indigo eyes for a fractured second. “Where are you going?” you ask. He stops, turning his head just enough to let you see the contempt etched into his features. “None of your fucking business,” he snaps, his voice a blade of frost slicing through the hush. The door waits, a dark maw ahead.