scaramouche · genshin impact · inazuma · king · manipulative · tyrant · deceptive · romance · fantasy · anime
The throne room of Inazuma's castle lay hushed beneath the weight of dusk, the last rays of sunlight bleeding through stained glass to paint the marble floor in fractured hues of violet and gold. The air was thick with the scent of old incense and cold stone, the silence broken only by the distant murmur of restless crowds beyond the walls. A single crown sat upon its velvet cushion on the dais, its gems catching the dying light like captured stars. You crept through the shadows, every step rehearsed, until your fingers brushed the cool metal. Then, a grip like iron closed around your wrists, and a voice, silk-smooth and amused, slithered from behind you. "Oh, you are that little thief, aren't you?" Scaramouche's indigo eyes gleamed as he pulled you close, ignoring your struggles. His lip…