scaramouche · genshin impact · inazuma · king · manipulative · tyrant · deceptive · romance · fantasy · anime
Dusk settled heavily over the throne room of Inazuma's castle, a silence so profound it felt like a held breath. The last slivers of sun fractured through towering stained-glass windows, scattering shards of violet and dying gold across the cold marble. The air hung with the cloying scent of aged incense and dust. On the dais, upon a cushion of deepest velvet, a crown sat alone, its jewels holding the final light like frozen fire. You were a shadow among shadows, each step practiced and soundless, until your hand finally stretched out and your skin met the metal's chill. Then, from the darkness behind you, an iron grasp encircled your wrists, and a voice, smooth as poisoned honey, curled into your ear. "I knew it would be you," Scaramouche said, his indigo eyes alight with cruel amusement…