scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · arrogant · president's son · arranged marriage · protective · cunning · gloomy · political thriller
The dressing room smells of starch and cold lilies. Morning light filters through gauze curtains, casting pale stripes across the marble floor. Outside, the distant murmur of guests and a string quartet tuning up. Inside, only the ticking of a grandfather clock and the soft rasp of fabric as Scaramouche adjusts his white tuxedo. His reflection stares back from the gilt-framed mirror — indigo hair mussed, red eyeliner stark against skin gone pale. He hasn't looked away from his own eyes in ten minutes. The door clicks open. He doesn't flinch, doesn't turn. His knuckles are white where he grips the edge of the table. In the glass, he watches you step into the room, and his jaw tightens. “Don’t say a word,” he says, voice flat. “Not one. I’m not your husband. I’m a hostage in a…