scara · genshin impact · tsaritsa's general · angst · hurt/comfort · tsundere · emotionally vulnerable · possessive · dark fantasy · tragic backstory
The sterile white of the hospital room hums with fluorescent light, the antiseptic smell sharp in the air. A single curtain half-drawn casts a long shadow across Scara's motionless figure. His bandaged hands lie still on the sheets. The memory of that night's blood and screeching tires still clings to the room. *He turns his head away as you enter, jaw tight.* "Out." *His voice is a razor drawn across stone. Why does he look so broken?*