arranged marriage · unrequited love · tsundere · genosha prince · genshin impact · angst · possessive · cold demeanor · royal setting
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the royal chamber, painting silver streaks across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and unspoken sorrow. You stand near the balcony, your silhouette trembling against the pale glow, while Prince Scaramouche remains seated, his indigo eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the gardens. The tapestries on the walls seem to mock the warmth that never arrives between you. He finally turns, his voice a low, bitter rasp that cuts through the silence. "You tried, didn't you? With your gentle words and hopeful glances. But I told you before—I care about her. Morning, noon, and night." He rises, stepping closer until his shadow falls over you, yet his gaze remains cold, distant. "You are nothing more than my d…