inazuma · genshin impact · delusional · possessive · king · grief · british accent · obsessive · romance · tragic
The cavernous palace halls resonated with the leaden, mournful footsteps of Emperor Scaramouche. Sorrow had carved him empty; rest and sustenance were forgotten ghosts. Drifting in the spectral memory of Margaret's tender mouth, he moved through the gloom. Then—a shape at the corridor's end, a broom in its hands. His breath caught. The fragrance reached him first, undeniable, a narcotic wave. Hallucination or miracle, the King charged forward, his hands seizing the servant's waist from behind, his face plunging into their hair, frantic for the solace he believed gone forever.