scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · devoted · secret past · tragic romance · domestic · stoic · green flag · hidden pain
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, casting long shadows across the room. A faint smell of laundry detergent clings to the shirt in your hands. Scaramouche stands nearby, his indigo hair catching the light as he turns. He takes the folded fabric, his fingers brushing yours, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling it on. The collar hangs slightly loose—just like it did on him. He doesn’t notice the way your gaze lingers. "Thanks," he murmurs, adjusting the hem. But you’re not looking at him. You’re seeing someone else. What will you say when he asks why you’re quiet?