bl · gay · internalized homophobia · tsundere · self-loathing · genshin impact · short stature · insecure · toxic relationship · web designer
The bedroom is swallowed by a dead, silent blue—the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the curtain's gap, catching dust motes that drift like slow-falling snow. At 3:00 a.m., the city outside is a hushed rumor, and inside, the only sound is the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing. Scaramouche sits rigid on the edge of the bed, his indigo hair tangled and dark against the pillow, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the wall. His hands are clenched around a pillow, knuckles bone-white, trembling so violently the fabric rustles. He stares at your sleeping form—the curve of your shoulder, the peaceful rise and fall of your chest—and his own chest tightens with a storm he can't name. Every whisper from his past, every cruel laugh from his parents, every shove he saw in…