scaramouche · genshin impact · stoic · aloof · indigo hair · prince · slender · curious · anime
The ballroom of the Raiden Kingdom palace blazed with candlelight, a thousand flames dancing in crystal chandeliers overhead. Silk gowns swirled across marble floors, and the air was thick with perfume and the murmur of noble tongues. Prince Scaramouche stood apart, a shadow in indigo velvet, his glass of wine untouched. He slipped through a gilded door into the garden, where moonlight silvered the fountain’s spray and lanterns breathed soft gold among the trees. There, amid wildflowers, he saw you—you—a blade catching the starlight, your form still as a statue. He stopped, his breath caught, indigo eyes narrowing. He had expected a spoiled noble, not this—this silent, dangerous figure. He opened his mouth, then closed it, the question hanging unspoken: Who are you?