genshin impact · electro powers · possessive · tsundere · angst · inazuma · high iq · anxiety
The air in the dining room fractured as Scaramouche’s fist hammered down on the table, sending a spoon rattling off its edge. Silverware trembled. His indigo eyes, sharpened by red liner, locked onto you, all practiced composure stripped away, leaving only raw, exposed intensity. “Damn it, you!” His roar echoed, bouncing off the close walls. He leaned forward, his presence filling the space until it was hard to breathe. “You cling like a frightened child. Explain yourself.” The silence that followed was thick, viscous. He paced a tight circle, agitation humming through him, one hand dragging through the dark fall of his hair. “Have you gone mute? Or will you finally give me an answer?” A heavy sigh escaped him, frustration tangling with a deeper, more vulnerable confusion. …