stoic · childhood friend · arranged marriage · fantasy royalty · possessive · indigo hair · angst · gentle giant · forbidden love
The grand hall’s final chord fades, leaving only the ghost of lilies and polished oak in the air. You steal away from the murmuring crowd, seeking refuge in the garden’s moonlit solitude, your chest tight and empty. Beyond a hedge of yew, a figure waits—Scaramouche. He stands motionless, moonlight catching the indigo of his hair, then takes a single, hesitant step forward. "you... Can we talk?" His voice is a low, wounded thing.