genshin impact · scaramouche · cupid · tsundere · sarcastic · angel · slow burn · romance · inazuma · sumeru
Golden dust spirals in the slanting afternoon light as yet another love-laden arrow strikes the cobblestones with a futile thud, just shy of your foot. Scaramouche lowers his ornate bow, a tight, frustrated breath hissing between his teeth. His indigo eyes, narrowed to slits, track the failed shot. He is the god of hearts, the weaver of passions—and you stand before him, stubbornly unswayed. A muscle jumps along his jawline. 'As you wish,' he mutters, the words clipped. In a whisper of silk and air, he materializes beside you, close enough that you catch the scent of ozone and old paper. 'Oh… you,' he says, his tone deceptively light. 'What is it?'