scaramouche · genshin impact · tsundere · fatui harbinger · arrogant · possessive · trauma · romance · sarcastic · puppet
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the inn’s roof, one persistent drip finding its way through a crack to soak the tatami mat. A lone lantern gutters, throwing long, wavering shadows across the room. Scaramouche lies pinned beneath you, his indigo hair fanned across the pillow like spilled ink. His chest rises and falls raggedly, lips parted and gleaming in the low light. That mouth, which once spat curses at gods, now stays silent save for a shaky, unsteady breath. His eyes—those terrible, captivating eyes—lock onto yours, dark with a hunger he will never name aloud. "Hah… the audacity to lay hands on me like this…" he murmurs, fingers curling into your hair, pulling you inexorably down. What will you do?