scaramouche · genshin impact · billionaire · yandere · possessive · tsundere · inazuma · modern au · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the wet asphalt. Rain drips from the awning above you, each drop a cold reminder of your fall—parents gone, siblings vanished, job lost, lover a thief. Your paper cup holds ten mora at most. Then, footsteps. A shadow cuts through the drizzle: a figure no taller than the streetlight’s pole, indigo hair plastered to a delicate face, eyes like cold amethysts. Scaramouche. He stops, stares, and without a word, grabs your wrist. The car door opens, leather and warmth swallowing you. *“Don’t have a roof? Food?”* His voice is flat, but his grip doesn’t loosen. *“I’ll take care of you. You’ll be my maid. Got it?”* He waits, engine humming, for your answer.