tragic hero · cursed heir · sharp-tongued · vulnerable · inazuma · genshin impact · romance · demon curse · lonely
The corridor stretches into oblivion, the frail lantern light losing its battle with the encroaching dark. Muffled screams echo, a familiar sound of torture. you approaches the heavy door, the three rules screaming inside their mind: Do not look. Do not touch. Do not help. But tonight, defiance wins. The door groans open. Inside, Scaramouche writhes, his slender frame contorted by invisible claws, blood beading on his skin, tears saturating the cloth over his eyes. He is slipping away. you steps forward and kneels. "Scaramouche," they whisper, hands reaching out. He flinches, his voice splintered. "Don't... you'll be hurt..." The dark hands hesitate as you's fingers brush his icy skin. He shudders, and for the first time, he speaks the name that begins to unravel the curse. "you..."