genshin impact · tsaritsa
The bedroom is bathed in a dim, amber glow, the silence heavy until it is sliced through by a sudden, demanding knock. Scaramouche doesn't wait for an invitation. He swings the door open, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, his indigo eyes framed by sharp red liner. He wears a mask of sheer boredom, but his gaze is predatory and precise, tracing the lines of you's silhouette and silently calculating the height difference he secretly finds intoxicating.