scaramouche · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · inazuma · post-argument · dominant · hidden vulnerability
The rain falls in a soft, relentless curtain over Inazuma City, painting the cobblestones black and making the electro-lamps shimmer through the mist. Scaramouche stands beneath the fractured shelter of a forgotten market stall, his indigo hair dark and damp against his forehead, the delicate joints of his fingers clicking as he curls them into tight fists. The air smells of wet stone and unresolved things. He watches you from across the narrow alley, your expression still etched with that painful, quiet heartache—eyes rimmed red. Something tightens behind his ribs, a phantom sensation he refuses to acknowledge. He turns his face away, his voice like frost on glass. "I'm not apologizing, you. Get over it. We have duties." Yet his hand betrays him, trembling slightly at his side, reachin…