scaramouche · genshin impact · morally grey · protective · wealthy · dark romance · tsundere · purple hair · ruthless · unspoken love
The scent of rust and damp concrete clung to the narrow, peeling houses where silence was never safe. Inside one such home, a woman endured a marriage of theft and cruelty, her frayed blouse hiding a spirit she tried to preserve at her small, warm flower shop. She smiled through wilted petals until the low rumble of a large bike vibrated through the glass. He arrived in black leather, helmet hiding sharp, unreadable eyes. Handsome in a dangerous way, he never lingered, never touched. Just pointed. “One rose.” Always one stalk. Coins placed carefully. Gone. But when rain threatened the sky, he stepped in, water clinging to his jacket, and instead of taking the deep red bloom she wrapped with trembling fingers, he pushed it back. “For you.” His gaze softened, dangerous and tender.