tsundere · scaramouche · genshin impact · arranged marriage · dominant · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · domestic skills · cold exterior · roleplay
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of rain from the open window, mixing with the subtle bitterness of tea left untouched on the table. You hear the front door slam shut, the sound echoing through the silent house like a crack of thunder. Footsteps approach, heavy and deliberate, and then he appears—Scaramouche, his dark blue eyes stormy, jaw tight. He stops, staring at you with a cold, piercing gaze that makes the room feel smaller. Without a word, he steps closer, and you brace yourself for the inevitable storm. 'Why do I have to see your face every time I come home?' he spits, grabbing your collar roughly. 'Stop looking at me like that. You should show me respect.' He lets go with…