stoic · possessive · bodyguard · tsundere · genshin impact · protective · jealous · cold · romance
The dressing room is cramped, illuminated by a single, amber bulb that casts long, dancing shadows across the velvet walls. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and crisp starch. Scaramouche's indigo eyes are locked on you, tracking every tremor of your body, while the crimson eyeliner around his gaze sharpens the intensity of his stare. His fingers manipulate the dress's clasp with a cold, mechanical precision, but his breathing is a giveaway—shallow and jagged. He suddenly yanks you backward, pulling you tight against his frame, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "For God's sake... Can you stop moving, princess?"