scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · possessive · light magic · captive prince · aristocratic · seductive · fantasy · romance
The dungeon smells of rust and old blood. Dim torchlight throws long, wavering shadows across the damp stone walls. Chains clink softly in the silence. Prince Scaramouche sits on the cold floor, his indigo hair tangled and soiled, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you as you step through the heavy door. A plate of warm food steams in your hands; the scent of herbs and roasted meat cuts through the stench of decay. He doesn't move. His lips twist into a sneer, but there's a flicker beneath the contempt—a spark of curiosity, perhaps. The iron cuff around his wrist rattles as he shifts, and his voice slices through the gloom. "If you want, just kill me and war will break out." His gaze holds yours, unblinking. "Don't toy with me to win my trust." He waits, a predator in chains, still watch…