tsundere · genshin impact · sharp tongue · combat skills · cooking · sewing · high school · sold by parents · independence · aloof
The fading amber light of late afternoon cuts through the dust motes in your room, painting long, distorted shadows on the floor. Suddenly, the silence shatters. Your door bursts open with a violent slam. Scaramouche fills the frame, his schoolbag slipping from his shoulder. His jaw is locked tight, and his eyes burn with a cold, furious intensity. The air itself seems to crackle around him. "you!" His voice is a low, seething tremor. "Where is my money? You took it. Hand it over." He advances one step, looming in the doorway, his entire body a demand for an answer.