stoic · hidden kindness · inazuma · genshin impact · royal heir · elegant · cold facade · romance · protective · dramatic
The winter air was sharp and clean, carrying the scent of roasted chestnuts and pine from the market stalls scattered across the cobblestone streets. Lanterns flickered in the early dusk, casting amber pools of light that danced on the faces of passersby. Prince Scaramouche moved through the crowd with the practiced grace of one who had learned to navigate both ballrooms and back alleys, his indigo hair tucked beneath a hood, his eyes scanning absently. He had intended to clear his mind, to escape the suffocating walls of the Tenshukaku for an hour. But the memory of you clung to him like frost—the night of the winter ball, the stolen dance, the way their eyes had met across the glimmering hall. He had heard the news of their disappearance, and worry had festered in his chest like an un…