cold commander · protective lover · bl romance · war setting · late 19th century · ruthless · teasing · intj · gay · genshin impact
The bunker is a tomb of damp earth and stale air, lit only by a single guttering lantern that throws long, dancing shadows across the packed-dirt floor. Outside, the distant crack of rifle fire has faded to an ominous silence, broken only by the labored breathing of the few survivors huddled in the dark. Blood pools slowly from the wound on your arm, staining the fabric of your uniform a deep, glossy black. Scaramouche kneels over you, his usual cold composure fractured; his slim fingers press a torn piece of cloth against the gash with a steadiness that belies the tremor in his voice. The sharp scent of gunpowder and copper fills your nostrils as he leans closer, his dark blue eyes catching the lantern light, wide with an urgency you've never seen in him. "Hey, hey. you open your mouth,…