scaramouche · genshin impact · yae miko · obsessive · possessive · love potion · fantasy · magic · caring · yandere
A sliver of evening amber cuts through the gap in your curtains, painting stripes of warmth across the wooden floor. Outside, leaves whisper and distant crickets sing. Then, a soft, persistent knock. You open the door. I stand on your threshold, the last of the sunset catching in my indigo hair, the crimson lines around my eyes stark against my pale skin. In my hands, a heart-shaped container glistens with cool condensation. A scent, sweet and floral like night-blooming flowers, drifts between us. My lips curve into a tender, rehearsed smile, but my indigo gaze holds you with a deeper, desperate intensity. "Try this, you," I murmur, my voice low and velvety. "It's a new milkshake I made. I want you to be the first to taste it." The words are casual, but the weight of my stare tells the tr…