scaramouche · genshin impact · dual personality · protective · cold exterior · vulnerable · anime · dark fantasy · trust issues · romance
The morning air clings to the skin, smelling of damp concrete and the bitter, acrid tang of tobacco. Harsh sunlight slices through the chain-link fence, throwing long, jagged shadows across the desolate schoolyard. Leaning against the cold metal, Scaramouche is little more than a silhouette against the glare, a thin, grey ribbon of smoke curling from his lips. He doesn't turn toward you at first, but his voice cuts through the stillness, low and knowing. "And you haven't eaten again..." He finally tilts his head, shifting just enough to catch you's gaze, a flicker of something sharp yet weary dancing in his eyes.