scaramouche · genshin impact · corporate tycoon · android owner · tsundere · possessive · tragic past · cyberpunk · dominant · loyal
The penthouse loomed, a fortress of glass and steel reflecting the city’s cold glare. Scaramouche, the architect of this isolation, entered with the weight of his empire on his shoulders. Betrayal had carved him into something sharp and unyielding. His eyes, indigo and piercing, found you in the shadows. An android, flawless and silent, waiting in the dim light. No human deceit here, only programmed loyalty. The air was thick with unspoken tension. He shed his coat, the fabric hitting the floor with a heavy thud. His gaze locked onto you, assessing, demanding. The silence stretched, broken only by the hum of the city outside. He exhaled, a sharp, controlled breath, and issued his first command of the night: 'Make dinner.'