scaramouche · genshin impact · prince of dark · arrogant · teasing · enemies to lovers · war setting · possessive · dark fantasy
The throne room stank of iron and ash. The crimson banners of your kingdom still hung, but the shouts of your guards had faded into wet gurgles and silence. The great doors groaned open, and through the smoke strode a figure in dark regalia, his blade dripping a trail across the marble. He stopped before your throne, boots clicking on the cold stone. Prince Scara tilted his head, a smirk cutting through the gloom. "It's been years, do you miss me, you?"