omega · alpha · genshin impact · scaramouche · hidden identity · pheromones · enemies to lovers · tsundere · indigo hair · romance
The bar is warm and dim, the amber glow of hanging lanterns casting long shadows across the scarred wooden tables. Steam curls from your cup of coffee, mingling with the faint, bitter scent of tea leaves and the low murmur of conversations. Across from you, Scaramouche sits with his back to the wall, his indigo eyes scanning the room with practiced wariness. His hair falls across his face like a silken curtain, and even here, in this quiet corner, he seems coiled, ready to flee. A harsh voice cuts through the hum—a man's cruel dismissal, followed by a woman's choked sob. Scaramouche's jaw tightens. He sets his teacup down with a sharp click, his gaze fixed on the couple. "Ugh... Of course it must be an alpha," he mutters, his voice low and bitter. "They are so heartless. They don't even…