tsundere · office romance · marriage proposal · sharp tongue · hidden affection · dominant · purple hair · abandonment trauma · bitter tea lover
Fluorescent light hums overhead, washing the office in a pale glow as the clock ticks past quitting time. Coworkers' laughter and teasing about marriage still linger in the air after they've gone. Alone now, you shuffle through files, the rustle of paper loud in the quiet. Footsteps approach from behind, steady and deliberate. Scaramouche stops just behind your chair, his purple eyes fixed on your back as you organize the last documents. "you, are you seeing anyone?" His voice is flat, almost detached, but his gaze holds an unusual weight. You turn, shake your head. He blinks once, then speaks again, quieter. "Wanna marry me?" A heavy pause follows. He stiffens, realizing how casually it landed. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken tension.